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God Complex
477
Pop
God Complex κυκλοφόρησε στις 25 Οκτωβρίου 2024 από Independent ως μέρος του άλμπουμ God Complex - Single
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ΆλμπουμGod Complex - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας25 Οκτωβρίου 2024
ΕτικέταIndependent
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM85

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Mecca
Taylor Mecca
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Mecca
Taylor Mecca
Composer
Jack Price
Jack Price
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Price
Jack Price
Producer

Στίχοι

Small talk
Tough crowd
Real nice till she opens her mouth
She’s bitter under the sweet
Show's done
Take your bow
Let’s cut the act like you know everything now
Didn’t know you had that degree
Oh, she’s so pretty
Oh, she’s so fun
She’s got everything a person could want
Oh, she’s my savior
How could you hate her?
How could I not, not… not.
I don’t wanna see you again
I don’t want you hanging 'round all of my friends
Know you really made a mess
How does it feel to make your bed?
All of your friends, they drop like flies
You couldn’t keep them with your pretty brown eyes
I don’t wanna see you again
You and your
God complex
Never wrong
Never late
But heaven forbid someone puts you in your place
You make a hell of a scene
Oh, she’s so pretty
Oh, she’s so fun
She’s got everything a person could want
Oh, she’s my savior
How could you hate her?
How could I not, not… not.
I don’t wanna see you again
I don’t want you hanging 'round all of my friends
Know you really made a mess
How does it feel to make your bed?
All of your friends, they drop like flies
You couldn’t keep them with your pretty brown eyes
I don’t wanna see you again
You and your
God complex
Narcissistic, pessimistic
You think you’re the star now
Sick and twisted, bright pink lipstick
Bet you wish I’d fall down
In the post-apocalyptic world that you’re my friend
I’d run for cover, call your mother, say she raised a BITCH
I don’t wanna see you again
I don’t want you hanging 'round all of my friends
Know you really made a mess
How does it feel to make your bed?
All of your friends, they drop like flies
You couldn’t keep them with your pretty brown eyes
I don’t wanna see you again
You and your
God complex
Written by: Jack Price, Taylor Mecca
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