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make it out fue lanzado el 31 de diciembre de 2020 por Photo Finish Records como parte del álbum so that's it, huh?
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Fecha de lanzamiento31 de diciembre de 2020
Sello discográficoPhoto Finish Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM63

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
guardin
guardin
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
Autoría
Wyatt Daniel Johnson
Wyatt Daniel Johnson
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Galvanic
Galvanic
Producción

Letra

I gotta lot to say
Don't listen to what I say
'Cause every feeling that I fucking feel
Is never honest, babe, never honest, babe
Like woah, oh
I've been following the breeze so let me fucking go
Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road
If you get up in my whip with me we'll head to my abode
So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home
I can scoop you like whenever, take you back home in the morn
Like
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
I said we could fucking make it out
Grabbed me by the face and kiss me, then we started making out
I was listening to DGD and it was raining out
Voices in my head been asking "What are you complaining 'bout?"
'Cause everything is golden
I've been in my zone and if you wanna roll we could smoke it later
Live inside this moment
Write it and compose it, italicize and bold it, to formulate a
Time to recall, the door down the hall, another
Sorta prequel to fit the sequel, I kinda
Sorta feel small, not noticed at all, until I
Wrote a song for it, I wrote a song for it
Here's how it goes, a bunch of weed smoke, I panic
Start to feel so sick down to my toes, I'm manic
Time just feels slow, it comes and it goes, the static
Is all I see though, as I decompose, how tragic
How tragic
Yeah, how tragic
Yeah, how tragic
Yeah
Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road
If you get up in my whip with me we'll head to my abode
So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home
I can scoop you like whenever, take you back home in the morn
Like
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out
Written by: Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter, Wyatt Daniel Johnson
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