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INTERPRÉTATION
Trace Faulkner
Trace Faulkner
Basse
Andrew Hagen
Andrew Hagen
Saxophone
Mercy Bell
Mercy Bell
Chant
Matthew Collins Gordon
Matthew Collins Gordon
Claviers
Ben Pranger
Ben Pranger
Guitare acoustique
Diego Vasquez
Diego Vasquez
Trombone
Abby Hairston
Abby Hairston
Batterie
Robert Gay
Robert Gay
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Isabella Jones
Isabella Jones
Paroles/Composition
Maria M Bell
Maria M Bell
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Everett Neal Faulkner
Everett Neal Faulkner
Production
Trace Faulkner
Trace Faulkner
Production
Mercy Bell
Mercy Bell
Production
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I saw Mt. Everest When I was 3 It was the smallest mountain I'd ever seen Compared to this Compared to this God talks to me In license plates And he said Honey child now please be brave So I did Oh i did And the world keeps pushing me And the world keeps pushing me Round Get a little bent Get a little strange Keep it kinda weird Keep it hard to gauge Don't keep it pent It'll turn to rage Cuz its hard to fit When you're bent I moved to the city And I cut my hair Fell in love with girls No I ain't scared anymore No no more A little psylocibin And you'll see the silver lining And the trees talk like your mother Stop fightin' with your brother Kids You're all just kids And the world keeps pushing me And the world keeps pushing me Down Get a little bent Get a little strange Get a little weird Keep it hard to gauge Don't keep it pent It'll turn to rage Its hard to fit When you're bent It's hard to to fit When you're bent It's hard to to fit When you're bent It's hard to to fit When you're bent When you're bent When you're bent When you're bent Yeah it's hard to to fit When you're bent
Writer(s): Mercy Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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