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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connor Clement
Connor Clement
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Bradley Anderson
Connor Bradley Anderson
Lyrics
Moritz Kelch
Moritz Kelch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moritz Kelch
Moritz Kelch
Producer

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So, Mistakes Were Made Yeah my mind's off somewhere Yeah my mind's on something I feel my mind's off somewhere Yeah, I feel my Aye Write, write back Love with a nigga like me Face them facts From friends to an enemy Make it last Moments like this they leave Life moves fast Bon appétit Yeah my mind's off that vibe pack Caught up in the whirlwind of life She young and fine, in her prime No interest in settling or playing nice It's beauty in the struggle, she wanna skip that Straight to Miami vice I don't know if can supply that future For ya, doesn't really suit my stride I bet on myself, born in Vegas Runs through my blood I guess 100 on red, locked with the dealer Praying that she doesn't miss 3k off nothing, money doubling Gives you a type of bliss But in your head You know that you ain't earning shit It's 2am in the morning We faded off that Georgia That's whiskey sour, paired with The weed that I know she gonna roll up Tells me I lied, like baby girl Come Thru and cite your sources When it rains it pours, my heart is sore I ain't up for our discussions Twin ass flames Losing our light Tried our best Gave a real ass fight Broke my heart up in the city Winter time But this bottled whiskey got me Feeling right Feeling right Feeling right Feeling right Feeling right I took a little drink Took a little bit of it Took a piece of the pie It's Whiskey flavored cinnamon Masking the burn of the heat Straight from the rye She like Aperol spritz(ing) it Thinking that she fitting in Should have taken that as a sign I could have your heart, leave the frills Man that would have made my life Cuz I'm tired of breaking Tired of trading Tired of feeling meek I'm tired of feeling Time to sit with Emotions, let em breathe This space between us both It's miles, a gap, we got to leap It's done for her It's up for me It's 2am in the morning We faded off that Georgia That's whiskey sour, paired with The weed that I know she gonna roll up Tells me I lied, like baby girl Come Thru and cite your sources When it rains it pours, my heart is sore I ain't up for our discussions
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