Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
easy life
Performer
Rob Milton
Programming
Murray Matravers
Vocals
Lewis Berry
Guitar
Sam Hewitt
Saxophone
Oliver Cassidy
Percussion
Gaia Wise
Additional Vocals
Baxter Dury
Additional Vocals
Ollie Slaney
Additional Vocals
Ines Dunn
Additional Vocals
Christopher Bailey
Additional Vocals
Benjy Gibson
Additional Vocals
Boo
Additional Vocals
Gianluca Buccellati
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Milton
Composer
Murray Matravers
Composer
Sam Hewitt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Milton
Producer
Flange Jr.
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Skeletons
I've been going out of my mind
'Cause you're giving way too much adrenaline, hold the line
I heard a little bump in the night
Although it's good on paper
On occasion we collide (we collide)
Skeletons
I'm finding it hard to pass the time, without you (skeletons)
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like
But I can't quite put my pinkie on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
Six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skеletons)
Fasten your seatbеlts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
Your cards close to your chest (chest)
You tell me that it's all for the best (best)
Just rumours, from losers
What I don't know can't hurt me I guess
I feel the need to question your past
Like how many exes you've had
Our future's all kombucha
But we never trust the weather forecast
I'm finding it hard to pass the time, without you (skeletons)
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like
But I can't quite put my pinkie on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
Six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody round here's got (skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
You're six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skeletons)
Better fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got
Skeletons
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Murray Matravers, Samuel Edward Hewitt
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