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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Front Bottoms
The Front Bottoms
Performer
Brian Sella
Brian Sella
Vocals
Mathew Uychich
Mathew Uychich
Vocals
Erik Romero
Erik Romero
Other Instrument
Natalie Newbold
Natalie Newbold
Additional Vocals
Josh Knowles
Josh Knowles
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Sella
Brian Sella
Songwriter
Mathew Uychich
Mathew Uychich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Front Bottoms
The Front Bottoms
Producer
Erik Romero
Erik Romero
Additional Producer
Brett Romnes
Brett Romnes
Engineer
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Engineer
Mauro Castro
Mauro Castro
Engineer
Mike Sapone
Mike Sapone
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Vince Ratti
Vince Ratti
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

We are smoke Living on your parent's property It's a joke So we don't take it seriously Fight's not worth the drama, sounds like something that you said Only bad example's left All the good ones dead And to think I was having a mental breakdown The same time you were painting your walls Found my love, born to obey her On the way, I think of kissing you every day Sour but I think I like it Fruit from the profane communion Who knew I would even try it? Now I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in (I don't know where I am) I don't know where I am (How did I get here?) I probably look like a psycho, ohh They're probably calling the cops on me right now in a universe parallel And you can tell I was having a nervous breakdown The same time you were making that call Found my love, born to obey her On the way, I think of kissing you every day Sour but I think I like it Fruit from the profane communion Who knew I would even try it? Now I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I gotta make a commitment And it's stressing me out One I'm gonna have to live with, 'til I'm under the ground And I will save it for my deathbed, like I'm reading a vow Or a police report, feels like a poem somehow It's all the the time I talk about vacation, like it's all we got in common Just let me take you on vacation Just like I promised I mean, obviously I'm distant I'm a thousand miles away Obviously it's tense There's nothing else to say I am so loosely connected In a couple different ways And I might not act like it But I think I love the taste Louder, but I think I like it Fruit from the profane communion Who knew I would even try it? Now I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in I wear camouflage to blend in It was hard to tell What it meant and how it felt
Writer(s): John Kelley Lovelace, Chris Dubois, Brad Douglas Paisley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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