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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lyan Paris
Lyan Paris
Performer
Ryan Goulding
Ryan Goulding
Vocals
Luke Marshall
Luke Marshall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Goulding
Ryan Goulding
Composer
Wyatt Whitaker
Wyatt Whitaker
Composer
Adam Eriksson
Adam Eriksson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lowzz
Lowzz
Recording Engineer
Kaz Beats
Kaz Beats
Producer
Adam Noskire
Adam Noskire
Producer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

I'm throwing the bands so run it up Had to throw all my feels in a double cup You gon tell me it's real, then fuck it up Tell me how does it feel he ain't one of us Wasting up all of my time, you been out of line, I'm moving real slick Watch how I come up behind, get dropped like a dime, get you out the mix So I say Live fast, die young Where the fuck my mind go Nowadays I'm really thinking I could probably die slow And I'm stepping out it's heat but this ain't Five-0 Hate me, I know Where the fuck the time go If I get a check and run Then fuck it up with my friends If you ain't them then you get none I ain't showing no more love It's not your fault I got issues, I can't trust And I'm not too good at coping with your loss I should've dubbed Say you love me if you do why don't you miss me Said I'd die for you way before you killed me Feel me I've been in the dark yeah that's the real me Now I don't care if you end up under 6 feet Come and run it up I know you hate to see me win and see what you could've been before you fucked it up Moving onto better, way better than how you treated me I loved you for a second, you had it and now you're leaving me Hollywood demons catching me falling Give me your number why should I call it Play with my head why can't you be honest You left me on my own so bury me in my coffin I'm throwing the bands so run it up Had to throw all my feels in a double cup You gon tell me it's real, then fuck it up Tell me how does it feel he ain't one of us Wasting up all of my time, you been out of line, I'm moving real slick Watch how I come up behind, get dropped like a dime, get you out the mix So I say Live fast, die young Where the fuck my mind go Nowadays I'm really thinking I could probably die slow And I'm stepping out it's heat but this ain't Five-0 Hate me, I know Where the fuck the time go I've been out down bad but I'm alright Had to move from out my home, fucked around with all my slime Any bitch got hit my phone better be letting me get behind If I pull up in that 458 you gon step inside Uh Uh Uh I said I had to get in the bag I said I had to get in my Birkin Had a bitch and that shit wasn't working Cut the ties on a bitch like a surgeon You a dog but you act like a cat Faking love when it's behind the curtains Showing up but ain't putting the work in Tell the story but a whole different version Where were you when I was under the surface Left it in the past I know some shit that you could say just to get me back How come you take off everything except that fucking mask I've been afraid you spent my trust, you can't make it back Tell me who got pay for that Hollywood demons catching me falling Give me your number why should I call it Play with my head why can't you be honest You left me on my own so bury me in my coffin I'm throwing the bands so run it up Had to throw all my feels in a double cup You gon tell me it's real, then fuck it up Tell me how does it feel he ain't one of us Wasting up all of my time, you been out of line, I'm moving real slick Watch how I come up behind, get dropped like a dime, get you out the mix So I say Live fast, die young Where the fuck my mind go Nowadays I'm really thinking I could probably die slow And I'm stepping out it's heat but this ain't Five-0 Hate me, I know Where the fuck the time go
Writer(s): Luke Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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