Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd
Vocals
Silverstein
Silverstein
Vocals
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nothing,nowhere.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bert Moreshead
Bert Moreshead
Songwriter
Blake Hardman
Blake Hardman
Songwriter
Brody McKeegan
Brody McKeegan
Songwriter
Cody Stewart
Cody Stewart
Songwriter
Joseph Edward Muherin
Joseph Edward Muherin
Songwriter
Ryan Mitchel Chisels
Ryan Mitchel Chisels
Songwriter
Shane Told
Shane Told
Songwriter
Taylor Morgan
Taylor Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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nothing,nowhere.
Producer
Cody Stewart
Cody Stewart
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Austin Coupe
Austin Coupe
Vocal Mixing Engineer
Sam Guaiana
Sam Guaiana
Vocal Producer

Letra

Never thought I'd be countin' all these bankrolls Nowadays, we gon' make it rain like it's April Country boy, up north, cooking maple And we cooking beats in the woods, farm to table Mm, mm, yeah, it's like that I remember cuttin' vocals in the hatchback Nowadays, studio and a gold plaque They said I sold out man Fuck 'em, I ain't going back Fuck 'em, I ain't going back Yeah, yeah Fuck 'em, I ain't going back Sound waves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence (you motherfucker!) Sound waves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence Catch me outside, but you won't 'cause I'm emo Stay in the back, in all black, I hate people Why you tryna talk back to the reaper? How you gonna hate bumping me in your speakers? Nowhere gang, bitch, pulling up with the scythe I see demons in my dreams almost every night I got anxiety, depression, shaking hands in my head I'm a liability when I'm off of the meds Where, where, where the fuck you at? I spent a whole year tryna get my life back There's only one, whole game always tryna jack Step up, then you leaving in a bodybag (fuck!) Fuck 'em, I ain't going back Yeah, yeah Fuck 'em, I ain't going back Sound waves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence (you motherfucker!) Sound waves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence I'm at the tip-top, I hold 'em down, I shake these bitches I bet you count your wishes, I could make you shit your britches I kill my enemies, I cannot stop, you shake and plead I'll give you one more chance, just don't forget the double D You see the Fred and he got double personalities Part from murder, he just gonna run the business b They call me Don when I'm on, rockin' steady from my home Always lackin' when I'm packin', but I ain't no Corleone Call up Mama Carla, tell her we don't gotta problem Freddie wrapped it up, it's final cut, now I'm here to ball it up Rockin' Gucci head to toe, I'm here to fuck your daughter, tho She got that look now that Freddie's fuckin' hooked Soundwaves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence Soundwaves cut through all the silence The sun sets, now I got a thirst for the violence
Writer(s): Joseph Edward Mulherin, Shane M Told, Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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