Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxfield Heath
Maxfield Heath
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julio F. Ramos
Julio F. Ramos
Songwriter
Jolan Koks
Jolan Koks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jolan Koks
Jolan Koks
Mixing Engineer
Graham Murawsky
Graham Murawsky
Mixing Engineer
Trevor Case
Trevor Case
Mastering Engineer

Texty

The hardest part about the end of the game is that I was never able to say goodbye
I was never able to tell you how much you meant to me
How much I loved you
And how much life would be hard without you
And as you were ripped away from me by the people that we called our family
Betrayed by the people that we called our family
I knew I would never see you again
I don't know how to go on without you
I'll never be the same
Took a full on wallopin while they watched high on Klonopin
Half dead 20 something rap heads screaming at a wall again
Romantic visions of addiction lingering ever more
Most of them weren't even born when Kurt's brains hit greenhouse floor
Now he lives under dirt and on their t shirts
They ask how to build careers
I say stupidity and work
They ask me something about market research
Now there's another funeral fundraiser for a rap child of 19
Bright eyed face tattooed with a brain full of pipe dreams
Came on a flight for fame
This game baby might sting
Many stars stayed in the play till the day that their lights dimmed
Wish I could contribute to their mother's go fund me
Wish I could contribute to every mother's go fund me
Today we barely react when we see another young rap cat gun clapped in the back
Maybe a mural on the wall or a half hearted hashtag
On to the next label puppet wearing a permanent ink mask
Hoping feelings don't show through the cracks of a short childhood past
Everybody in the entourage is strapped
And the public loves it from behind the safety of their phones and Macs
On another screen there's a drone attacking in Iraq
But none of it ever feels like it actually happened
So we sit back watch and laugh
Depression's not a shock to the system
More like constant swimming in a swamp with a brick watch on each wrist
While somebody's snickering at our faults
During an obnoxiously taunting jaunt
That feels as if it'll only stop when life is finally lost
Paid the cost
Fucking hate it
Debilitating
Found myself figure skating around problems in a public pond
Blah blah blah
Am I another mumbling fraud
Maybe
The sign says mind your head but it's already half gone
I'll admit lost my mind a bit since you've gone
I'll never be the same
I love you
I miss you
Written by: Jolan Koks, Julio F. Ramos
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