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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Sia
Sia
Background Vocals
88-Keys
88-Keys
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sia
Sia
Songwriter
A. Gould
A. Gould
Songwriter
C. Njapa
C. Njapa
Songwriter
D. Glogower
D. Glogower
Songwriter
I. Rosenberg
I. Rosenberg
Songwriter
J. O'Connell
J. O'Connell
Songwriter
M Lavalle
M Lavalle
Songwriter
M. McCormick
M. McCormick
Songwriter
V.Simpson
V.Simpson
Songwriter
Nickolas Ashford
Nickolas Ashford
Songwriter
Winston Nelson
Winston Nelson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
88-Keys
88-Keys
Producer
Frank Tatik
Frank Tatik
Assistant Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
IRKO
IRKO
Mixing Engineer
Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

They told me, "Don't make a promise you can't keep" All the drugs in your system, you can't sleep How many times you had to buy a Plan B For a girl you never bring back home to meet your family? Man, man, I swear that's what I dream about Ever since my mom told me that she need me out Always smoking weed, causing trouble, never clean the house But I paid her back for everything, I guess we even now Nothing better than some head after a long day That's the only thing that ever keep mine on straight And she asked me, "Why the long face?" How I spent 350 dollars on this entrée? I drown my sorrow in that bottle Today is full of regret, find forever in tomorrow Man up, what's the problem? Everything is Jazz and I'm Stockton (Haha) Yeah, I know it seem a little bit strange sometimes (Yeah, yeah) Everybody live a little, everybody die (Yeah, yeah) That's life, what you gonna do? That's life, baby, I would spend it all with you Yeah, and I'm headed to the other side, where the grass is always greener And your bitch is down to ride, but that ass is always meaner See, my cash got deeper and my morals disappeared Never thought I'd be a asshole, this my last show Can I please get a standing ovation? A hunnid naked bitches in my dressing room waiting We lost a lot of blood for this fucked up nation But me, I'm getting high, making love in that spaceship So what are the basics? Tell me your problems You losin' your job or, even worse, you don't got one So hard to stay sober when you feeling fucked over so much Always coming up short, you like the roach of a blunt (Yeah) And I could never sleep at night Fuck paying bills, I need a brand new lease on life Why does doing wrong always feel so right? Well, I guess, fuck it, that's life (That's life) Yeah, I know it seem a little bit strange sometimes (Yeah, yeah) Everybody live a little, everybody die (Yeah, yeah) That's life, what you gonna do? That's life, baby, I would spend it all with you Now, I wish I could take all your pain But when the toxin is fame The drugs, they don't fill the hole, no Connections the game Wish you'd picked up the phone Knew that I'd be your home Knew that you weren't alone Knew that you weren't alone Knew that you weren't alone I saw you act a little bit strange sometimes, you'd say Yeah, everybody lives and everybody dies, one day Well that's right, what you gonna do? And I wish you could have spent it on the truth
Writer(s): James O'connell, Andrew Gould, Michael Loren Lavalle, Winston D. Adrian Nelson, Daniel C. Glogower, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Malcolm James Mccormick, Charles M. Njapa, Sia Kate I. Furler, Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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