Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremy Pascal
Performer
Konstantin Schobitz
Performer
Nicolas Winkler
Performer
Julian Propst
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Konstantin Schobitz
Songwriter
Tino Romana
Composer
Nicolas Winkler
Songwriter
Julian Propst
Composer
Songtexte
Messed up in my head
My Heart turns pitch black
No love, I know it sucks
Everything we got is good drugs
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll another blunt
Time's up anyways
All my friends are gone
Or they're digging their own grave
You're still on your phone
Might end up in the morgue, bae
Can't sleep, love the night
And your grip feels tight
Two pills, Alcohol
'Cause I'm never tired
I want us to get way too drunk
And spend the night (and spend the night)
I'm just another random punk
Who'll waste your time (who'll waste your time)
I just wanna waste my time
Right by your side (we're so damn high)
Fuck what all the other kids say
I'll die tonight
But it's gonna be alright
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll another blunt
Time's up anyways
All my friends are gone
Or they're digging their own grave
You're still on your phone
Might end up in the morgue, bae
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll another blunt
Time's up anyways
All my friends are gone
Or they're digging their own grave
You're still on your phone
Might end up in the morgue, bae
Messed up in my head
My Heart turns pitch black
No love, I know it sucks
Everything we got is good drugs
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll another blunt
Time's up anyways
All my friends are gone
Or they're digging their own grave
You're still on your phone
Might end up in the morgue, bae
Good drugs, no love
People pulling up
Roll another blunt
Time's up anyways
All my friends are gone
Or they're digging their own grave
You're still on your phone
Might end up in the morgue, bae
Writer(s): Konstantin Schobitz, Nico Winkler
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