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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tai Verdes
Tai Verdes
Vocals
Jonathan Yip
Jonathan Yip
Keyboards
Ray Romulus
Ray Romulus
Drums
Jeremy Reeves
Jeremy Reeves
Bass
Jeffrey Baranowski
Jeffrey Baranowski
Keyboards
Luke Milano
Luke Milano
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Colon
Tyler Colon
Songwriter
Jonathan Yip
Jonathan Yip
Songwriter
Ray Romulus
Ray Romulus
Songwriter
Jeremy Reeves
Jeremy Reeves
Songwriter
Jeffrey Baranowski
Jeffrey Baranowski
Songwriter
Luke Milano
Luke Milano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tai Verdes
Tai Verdes
Producer
The Stereotypes
The Stereotypes
Producer
9AM
9AM
Producer
Ronald [RD] Estrada
Ronald [RD] Estrada
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

Love, it's love, ooh-ooh It's love, it's- I'm blind, unless you're on top of me Comatose, but with you I never sleep I'm an asshole, speaking in apologies 17 brain cells left but they talk to me Hollering, "Treat you better" I'm your scarlet letter that you pin up on your chest Right directly in the center, you my shelter Cold weather sweater ain't no polyester Top shelf, dopamine seller We can be all alone We can be in airplane mode You can roll the weed I smoke And make a home wherever you want And I would do it all again Never wanna go back to friends To me, we make perfect sense But you know, it all depends on You became the one I cannot lose, who the fuck are you? Doing everything I want you to 'fore I think it through 'Fore I even know which way I'ma go Every kiss is slow If you fell in love with me you wouldn't even know (wouldn't even know) If it hits you, smacks you, would only think of after You came in my eyesight You might get my mind right (my mind) Streets don't even need me You could be the reason I might just fall in love twice We can be all alone (all alone) We can be in airplane mode (airplane mode) You can roll the weed I smoke (uh) And make a home (uh) wherever you want (yeah, yeah) And I would do it all again (all again) Never wanna go back to friends (being friends, I don't wanna be friends) To me, we make perfect sense (uh, yeah) But you know, it all depends on you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you You control me and I know that But for once maybe once can you hold back? 'Cause you got me going crazy If love's a fool, then look what you done made me All alone (all alone) We can be in airplane mode (airplane mode) You can roll the weed I smoke (uh) And make a home (uh) wherever you want (yeah, yeah) And I would do it all again (all again) Never wanna go back to friends (being friends, I don't wanna be friends) To me, we make perfect sense (uh, yeah) But you know it all depends on you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you (you, you) On you
Writer(s): Jeremy Reeves, Ray Romulus, Luke Milano, Jeffrey Michael Baranowski, Jonathan Yip, Tai Verdes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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