Plastic Cigarette – Zach Bryan: texty písní, hudební videa a koncerty

Plastic Cigarette

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Skladba Plastic Cigarette vyšla 9. ledna 2026 Warner Records na albu With Heaven On Top

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Skladba Plastic Cigarette byla v minulém týdnu nejčastěji objevena v segmentu okolo 40 sekundy od začátku.

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TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Zach Bryan

Lead Vocals

Jake Weinberg

Drums

Scott Zhang

Bass

Gabe Wax

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zach Bryan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Zach Bryan

Producer

Jake Weinberg

Engineer

Scott Zhang

Engineer

Gabe Wax

Mixing Engineer

Colton Jean

Engineer

Pete Lyman

Mastering Engineer

Texty

[Verse 1]

Well, I ain't written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spine

But I don't mind a few lines tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of time

Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets

Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side Highway

[Verse 2]

Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'?

And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about

All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down

Our fathers were never around when we were younger

[Chorus]

So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet

So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

So why'd you always keep me so close?

[Verse 3]

You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore, you know I was a shell before?

Deep in the hands of another, my brother

Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe

That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens

[Verse 4]

The way the rain came down the other day in Bryon Bay

Made me feel so alone, so I just went home

And scribbled some poem

That I know that you'll never read

[Chorus]

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet

So let me go, meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

Why'd you always keep it so close?

[Outro]

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet

Written by: Zach Bryan

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