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PERFORMING ARTISTS
glaive
glaive
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ash Gutierrez
Ash Gutierrez
Composer
Rupert Howarth
Rupert Howarth
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Perto
Perto
Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mixing Engineer

Letras

She said I'm a prick, that's what she told me Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me Hope you tell them you're a prick, that's what she told me Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me Oh, no, you think you love me but you really don't Put your issues on me and find a way to cope I can't help but let you go If you ever have time for me, just let me know Tall grass, I watch every single step that I take And I need all that, my ballcap is hiding my face (fuck) I've been holdin' myself back And I don't wanna do it anymore Baby, I don't wanna do it anymore Baby, I don't wanna do it anymore Can't let you go, can't let you go, can't let you go Because I'm scared to be alone Then I'll end up on my own, on my own And I've been actin' like a prick, that's what she told me Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me She said I'm a prick, that's what she told me Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me She said I'm a prick (I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick) Prick, that's what she told me Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me
Writer(s): Rupert Howarth, Ash Gutierrez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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