Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carousel Kings
Carousel Kings
Performer
Will Barovick
Will Barovick
Additional Vocals
David Alexander
David Alexander
Vocals
Danny Wilkins
Danny Wilkins
Drums
Cody Williams
Cody Williams
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Barovick
Will Barovick
Composer
Dave Garman
Dave Garman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ricky Armellino
Ricky Armellino
Producer
Jack Esbenshade
Jack Esbenshade
Recording Engineer
Adam Reed
Adam Reed
Recording Engineer
Andreas Magnusson
Andreas Magnusson
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Now I'm just a part of it That was then and this is the start of it And my mind is the heart of it Pushing airwaves in your face since the eighth grade You should think with your mind a bit To resolve what your brain resists Using words that you frame to depict The truth and lies on the airwaves All I really want from you is a little bit of truth I calculated every move I love the idea of you It's the little things you do I'm calculating every move Trying to get to you Now Im still the ace in this Deck of cards that you can't resist Play your hand in this game a bit Folding facedown on your face flat every day You should walk on the line a bit To forget what your mind insists Using lines that don't rhyme, instead Find truth that hides on the airwaves All I really want from you is a little bit of truth I calculated every move I love the idea of you It's the little things you do I'm calculating every move Trying to get to you Except when it's not you And I'm seeing straight you The mood is all Blue-Prints in my eyes While I'm staring at the skies I hardly even see we Even though you used to be what could complete me With all of these obscenities I've gotta leave the scenery to focus on a new me Talk all this talk about futures and destinies But I know how you'll be, you'll never Rest In Peace Another life maybe see you in Hell prolly another chapter I'll tear out and burn the key Warm in this cold bloody murder of my feelings I'm not the enemy that you pretend I be Still at my funeral you'll read my eulogy Not every fairy tale ends without Prince Charming You will lose All I really want from you is a little bit of truth I calculated every move I love the idea of you It's the little things you do I'm calculating every move Trying to get to you
Writer(s): William James Barovick, David Alexander Garman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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