Kid Brunswick – nadcházející koncerty
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Brunswick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry James
Composer
Cassyette
Composer
Mike Shinoda
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry James
Producer
Jacob Manson
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Texty
No one gives a fuck until you're famous
And no one really cares unless you're dead or on drugs, oh
The person that I was still makes me sick to my stomach
And I can't figure out where I belong
And I'm not thinking right again
And I can't help myself, I wish I had your skin
Wake up with me then I can feel alright
I can't stay all year, I wish I could, I
No one gives a fuck until you're famous
See your fakes and liberties smile, it makes sense
And all your friends are numb, dumb coke addicts
If I can't save myself, I'll spend my time with you
It's half past 12 I'm by myself
I'd die for you
(It's half past 12 I'm by myself-self)
Wake up with me then I can feel alright
I can't stay all year, I wish I could, I
I'm not here, but time goes by a little fucking easier
If I could have your skin it would be easier for me
I know that you're waiting for me
Usually I probably only think about you
Weekly but lately I can't get out of bed
If I could go back to where we started I would tell you that I'm
Sorry for the months that passed me by
When I believed that I was better off dead
(It's half past 12 I'm by myself-self)
Wake up with me then I can feel alright
I can't stay all year, I wish I could, I
I'm not here, but time goes by a little fucking easier
If I could have your skin it would be easier for me
'Cause I'm not thinking right again
I can't help myself, I wish I had your skin
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Harry Gilmour, Cassy Brooking
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