Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CARLWILLSON
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Willson Irvine
Songwriter
Quinn Malcolm-Carl Lapish
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rachel Blum
Mixing Engineer
Letras
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
fuck it up, go fuck it up
Waist trainer working extra hard to keep in all the bullshit
You got 2 pretty friends I could probably share a room with
Picking up the check like a Gentlemen
and Im alway passing change like it’s underhand
Asking me for bags
Asking me for tags
Asking me to hang
How you gon tell this fuckin' man how to spend his change
How you gon ask for 10 when I’m passing up with 8
How you gonna get a room key with all these cameras eh
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
fuck it up, go fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
fuck it up, go fuck it up
Frequent flyer
digging for desires
every time I take a cut i might
take it down to the wire
I’m in your dreams & your memories
but you dont remember me
and if you did you’d think I was your enemy.
why you running? are you afraid of everything you see yourself becoming?
or maybe you’re afraid that what you’re running from is nothing,
and everything you fear’s already here you’ve just been looking in a mirror so you
shine your shoes & you straighten your tie
check your rollex watch to pass the time
swear you’re living anything but a lie
i mean at least you’re alive so every day til you die you know you
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
fuck it up, go fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
Had to go fuck it up, fuck it up
fuck it up, go fuck it up
Written by: Adrian Willson Irvine, Quinn Malcolm-Carl Lapish