Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Secret Band
Interprète
Martin Bianchini
Guitare
Jordan McCoy
Basse
Jonathan Mess
Chant
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
William Swan
Guitare
Josh Benton
Batterie
Tim Feerick
Guitare
Dryw Owens
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Martin Bianchini
Composition
Jordan McCoy
Composition
Jonathan Mess
Composition
Matthew Mingus
Composition
William Swan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Josh Benton
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dryw Owens
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nick Loiacono
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alan Douches
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Why come get her when it's great to wait?
If I arrive all withered, take a break to bake
Scythe-like reaper right beside the state
I don't get bitter, I step to all plates
You can probably show up in a beer hat
You can probably hack inside a Learjet
I'mma brang, brang the gear up the back
I'mma rang, rang up the shoes I go
Which terminal and gate is mine?
I'm fricking ripping pen hits on the side, time flies
I'll pay the price for badass fish
I like the taste of your hip on my lip, bomb shit
You can probably show up in a beer hat
You can probably hack inside a lear jet
I'mma brang, brang the gear up the back
I'mma rang, rang up the shoes I go
Why pillage nine to nine to nine?
It's all a million pills and popped blisters
Why pillage nine to nine to nine?
It's all a billion thrills till your dick hurt
What you gonna do with a baby bladder?
Pee on all your clothes when it really matters
I eat all Asian, still got way fatter
I've outgrown hoes and moved onto food platters
Lamps is nice, moths in flight
I cry for antelopes, tears for ratites
Only do, no more try
Feels much better putting up a fight
Why come get her when it's great to wait?
If I arrive all withered, take a break to bake
Scythe-like reaper, right beside the state
I don't get bitter, I step to all plates
I'm sick of this bald headed baby stuff
I wanna grow up and not spill my guts
Complain how it isn't fair
That I can't own a thousand tiny little bears
Say you, wanna hang around for a little while longer
Maybe we were stronger with two or you
Get something out of it, better than without it
Nothing left to shout about
Draining my time
Spending my life in a stew, -ew, -ew
I'm smoking your pee pee and
Drinking all of your poo poo poo
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess
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