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Secret Band - Rabbit Hole
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INTERPRÉTATION
Secret Band
Secret Band
Interprète
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitare
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Basse
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Chant
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
William Swan
William Swan
Guitare
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Batterie
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Guitare
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Composition
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Composition
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Composition
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Composition
William Swan
William Swan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nick Loiacono
Nick Loiacono
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Yeah, what you think they're clapping for? My ass a porch, and I dance for dorks I know one day I'll be a flaccid corpse So I guess I'm aiming to not be poor I'll battle with a flattened floor And smash my mouth till a star is born Yeah, get 'em early 'fore their brains is formed And feed it demons, we should all watch porn I wanna get paid I wanna get paid I wanna get paid Am I setting a trap through the looking glass? I can prove that my memories, I remember being in them It all felt like a nap, I woke up in the past I'm confused, but my memories, I remember being in them Right? Right? Right? You don't wanna be here, you don't wanna be bored We need another planet and a new kinda sport I feel like I'm Samus, but my suit's an orange And my arm is full of juice, too much drug use Honey, honey, honey, the bees are in need We're starting to bleed, save up all of your weed Everyone can see that you've been sucking on sedatives That's not your relative, you're out of your element I think I know what I've been talking about I'm having some doubts, disillusioned with clout Ho, another average piece, I feel like it's rat food I really like art, but forgot to get tattooed A great Pyrenees a big ass dog I fear my god, it knows when I'm wrong Oh no, sacs getting overrun by bums It used to be fun, now I hate the place I'm from On my way to care I fell right down the stairs My device is getting scared Embarrassed I'm peeling myself off the roof I'm searching my mind for the loot I'm hoping my heart follows suit I'm fairly American It took a lotta thought to know It took a lotta thought to know If I'm on my feet, I'm pacing Erasing relationships, I'm facing No embracing, no more patience No more trips, my vacations wasted If the story that I tell is real My shadow biting at my heels I'm fabricated, then integrated It's shoved in a pill, hope you feel fulfilled I wanna get paid I wanna get paid I wanna get paid Am I setting a trap through the looking glass? I can prove that my memories, I remember being in them It all felt like a nap, I woke up in the past I'm confused, but my memories, I remember being in them
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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