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Dance Gavin Dance - Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Zachary Garren
Zachary Garren
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit Pass me some poison, let me take a hit I'm just embarrassed and comfortably numb But failure is painful and lying is fun Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy We feel like we're a little bit classy Cheers to the fact that we're not dead Swimming with the sharks, but we're still not dead yet Psycho I go right to buy those Optimistic magic fix it pills I'm so right though, that's my life, bro Underwater, coughing with my gills Don't let this moment go to waste You don't know when the feeling could happen again Don't let this moment go to waste You don't know when the feeling could happen again Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading Tell me that I look just like a man 'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy Trying not to be an embarrassment Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading Tell me that I look just like a man 'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy Trying not to be an embarrassment I'll go in cryo and return to life, ho And make a bisque, tomato basil shit Riding a rhino, pico de gallo Roosters beak, I'll sleep when I leap that jeep Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit Pass me some poison, let me take a hit I'm just embarrassed and comfortably numb But failure is painful and lying is fun Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy We feel like we're a little bit classy Cheers to the fact that we're not dead Swimming with the sharks, but we're still not dead yet Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading Tell me that I look just like a man 'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy Trying not to be an embarrassment Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading Tell me that I look just like a man 'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy Trying not to be an embarrassment I'll go in cryo and return to life, ho And make a bisque, tomato basil shit Riding a rhino, pico de gallo Roosters beak, I'll sleep when I leap that jeep Don't close your eyes tonight Perfect melodies are hard to find I got a feeling we could touch the sky Let's live in this delusion that we don't live in perpetual confusion and there's meaning to our lives Hades arc, golden tarp, black hole Slack is for- slack is for cutting me more Mountain, fountain, shrieking, preaching Slack is for- slack is for cutting me Slack is for cutting me more For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom White 21 is the maximum fun For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom White 21 is the maximum fun
Writer(s): Tilian Pearson, Jonathan Mess, Matthew Mingus, William Swan, Timothy Freerick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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