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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mahalia
Mahalia
Vocals
Daniel Traynor
Daniel Traynor
Programming
JD. REID
JD. REID
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Traynor
Daniel Traynor
Songwriter
Mahalia Burkmar
Mahalia Burkmar
Songwriter
Benjamin Hart
Benjamin Hart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD. REID
JD. REID
Engineer
GRADES
GRADES
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Poole
Cameron Poole
Vocal Producer

Songtexte

I spend too much time on the phone I spend too much time on the internet Talkin' to people that I don't really know, huh Say I love my own company, but I don't really spend enough time on my own Never alone, but I'm always lonely Never at home 'cause I ain't really homely Tryna keep it real, but I feel like a phony Say I love my ma, but I don't call her Say I work hard, I could work harder Say I'm always tired but I stay up late Don't even drive and I want a Range Isn't that strange? I don't like you, but care what you say Got ten tattoos and I hate the pain Never loved that man, but I still stayed Isn't that strange? (That I can recognize this in myself?) So isn't it strange? (That I don't feel to ever do better?) Tonight I'm in this party (Party) And everybody's drinkin' liquor Thinkin' I know that this bill isn't on me Yeah, they know, they know That I would never let them pay No matter what my bank account say 'Cause I don't wanna feel no way about it I don't wanna give complaints about it ('Bout it), about it ('Bout it) 'Cause truth is, I would never come to a place like this (No) There's a lot of other things that I miss, yeah, I miss, I miss Goin' for a late night dance in a little unknown bar Somewhere I don't need my cards with me Somewhere I could have my mom with me (With me), with me Say I love my ma, but I don't call her (Yeah) Say I work hard, I could work harder (Yeah) Say I'm always tired, but I stay up late Don't even drive and I want a Range Isn't that strange? (Isn't that strange? Haha) I don't like you, but care what you say Got ten tattoos and I hate the pain Never loved that man but I still stayed Isn't that strange? (That I can recognize this in myself?) So isn't it strange? (That I don't feel to ever do better?) Yeah, isn't it strange? Isn't it strange? Huh? Bank account low, I just bought a Bottega I don't like hate, so fuck a hater Tell 'em I'm fine, I don't feel great Say I'm on time and I show up late Isn't that strange? I don't like you, but care what you say Need someone new, but I hate change I love my city, but I ran away Isn't that strange? Isn't it? Isn't it strange, strange, strange? Isn't it? Isn't it strange, strange?
Writer(s): Mahalia Burkmar, Daniel Traynor, Benjamin Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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