Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beddy Rays
Beddy Rays
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Peter Wade
Benjamin Peter Wade
Composer
Bradley O'Connor
Bradley O'Connor
Composer
Jackson Van Issum
Jackson Van Issum
Composer
Lewis McKenna
Lewis McKenna
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brock Weston
Brock Weston
Producer

Letras

Give up on it brother
She's only messing with your head
Been down these roads before
And they only lead to dead ends
Picked up from the gutter
There's a car here full of your friends
Don't think twice of good advice
Get up, come and get in
Feels like nothing's up
Dead end rut
Walls are closing on in
Pick it on up again
Thicker skin
Here's a place to begin
Find some peace of mind
From that exit line
As there's no point rushing
When that's good for nothing
How's the irony?
You're so blind, I see
How it's all erupting
Wait a while's got a hold on me
Wait a while's got a hold on me
Give up on him, sister
He's only fucking with your head
Got no time for your old man
Or babes, the ins and outs of your bed
Now losing a lover
Is hard enough as it is
Know your worth, put yourself first
And don't you ever forget
Feels like nothing's up
Dead end rut
Walls are closing on in
Pick it on up again
Thicker skin
Here's a place to begin
Find some peace of mind
From that exit line
As there's no point rushing
When that's good for nothing
How's the irony?
You're so blind, I see
How it's all erupting
Wait a while's got a hold on me
I could wait a while
Or I could walk the other way
It's too late to call
It's too late to crawl
I don't want to get caught up this way
This wicked game
It's too late to call
It's too late to crawl
It's too late to call
It's too late to crawl
It's too late to call
It's too late
Written by: Benjamin Peter Wade, Bradley O'Connor, Jackson Van Issum, Lewis McKenna
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