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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scoobert Doobert
Scoobert Doobert
Synthesizer
J MESA
J MESA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scoobert Doobert
Scoobert Doobert
Songwriter
J MESA
J MESA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scoobert Doobert
Scoobert Doobert
Producer
Micasa Studios
Micasa Studios
Recording Engineer

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Dirty in the furnace I'm tryna keep all the bugs out Not sure where you hear it first But now all the people scream and shout Trees feeling deserted With the Kafka skies as a nuclear blow Who's here to report this Cause the virus spreads But I'm acting slow I get the feeling that I'm Just just having fun Getting to work from home but My brother's hurting some The kinda feeling that I wish that this wasn't true But when I look at you I wonder what's next to come My mind is slowly slipping Deeper since the beginning Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting My mind is slowly slipping My mind is slowly slipping Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting And gently forgetting Vibing with the window Open Fresh air is rushing in Pixels, letters Make you think outside's a sin Masks are the normal Cause if you don't I strike you down Couples and friends are judged Just for hanging out Wait a minute I get the feeling that I'm Just just having fun Getting to work from home but My mother's hurting some The kinda feeling where I wish that this wasn't true But when I look at you I wonder what's next to come My mind is slowly slipping Deeper since the beginning Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting My mind is slowly slipping My mind is slowly slipping Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting Oh dear This is the end What nonsense, darling (Gently forgetting) Don't forget All the lovely things we plan to do today (Quarantine and chill) My mind is slowly slipping Deeper since the beginning Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting My mind is slowly slipping My mind is slowly slipping My mind is slowly slipping My mind is slowly slipping All the lovely things we plan to do today Both hands towards the ceiling If you're both asked to stay home Tryna protect our cities But some don't do well alone My mind is slowly slipping Deeper since the beginning Nothing else to do But chill And gently forgetting
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