Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grasps
Grasps
Performer
Christian Whitwell
Christian Whitwell
Drum Programming
Harry Bonifacio Baughan
Harry Bonifacio Baughan
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Whitwell
Christian Whitwell
Songwriter
Harry Bonifacio Baughan
Harry Bonifacio Baughan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grasps
Grasps
Producer

Lyrics

Sin City
Paradise lost, stay in a place that's hot
Rock fear of god when I'm in the club and pray that the case got dropped
Rock fear of god when I'm on the clock I hear another grave got robbed
Open cut, another stage in the game unlocked
I'm on top of the world, penthouse roof with them tabis on
Cloven hoof, woven web something I'm holding onto
Breathe dust and smoke, the streets, but I can't pierce the fog
Peace and love, greed and lust, few spots left I can run to
Text messages on my phone but when I wake up they're gone
In a bed that's not my own, look at my face and it's not my own
Make love but I feel alone, my girl's heart feels cold as stone
Bodies burning feel like Rome, and outside it's an endless drone
Stay in a place that's hot
Stay in a place that's hot
Paradise lost, stay in a place that's hot
Boss man wanna stray from the flock, do you really know what it costs?
Boss man wanna stray from the flock, fight tooth and nail for the spot
Paradise lost get dropped, fall on the blade like crop, fall on the blade like crop
Fall on the blade like crop
Fall on the blade like crop
Written by: Christian Whitwell, Harry Bonifacio Baughan
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