Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brice Young
Brice Young
Composer
Konnor Dolberry
Konnor Dolberry
Songwriter
Jack Glenn
Jack Glenn
Songwriter
Trevor Morgan Young
Trevor Morgan Young
Songwriter
Garrett F Goodrich
Garrett F Goodrich
Songwriter
Carla Wehbe
Carla Wehbe
Composer
Ned Houston
Ned Houston
Composer
Robby De Sa
Robby De Sa
Composer

Songtexte

How did we get here
Fighting for space on screens
Boxing gloves are out of stock at every mall it seems
And everybody calls me up and asks me where I've been
"My days are sold to vinyl and I gave them my friends"
And oh we try
'Cause everyone wants to get high
And me oh my
They just don't have the time
Empty praises only got me so far
'Cause there's no more life on mars
We try to claim what's rightfully ours
But there's no more life on mars
And how did he do it
He never went to school
And then you wonder can you fake it and still be just as cool
So you ask everybody "do you know an astronaut"
But they just point to space without a second thought
And oh we try
'Cause everyone wants to get high
If you don't lie
You'll just run out of time
Empty praises only got me so far
'Cause there's no more life on mars
We try to claim what's rightfully ours
But there's no more life on mars
'Cause everyone wants to get
'Cause everyone wants to get
Empty praises only got me so far
'Cause there's no more life on mars
We try to claim what's rightfully ours
But there's no more life on mars
'Cause everyone wants to get
'Cause everyone wants to get
Written by: Brice Young, Carla Wehbe, Ned Houston, Ned Philpot, Robby De Sa, Roberto Manuel De Sa
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