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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
George Ragan
Chant
Daniel Murillo
Chant
Hollywood Undead
Interprète
Jorel Decker
Chant
Dylan Alvarez
Chant
Jordon Terrell
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
George Ragan
Composition
Daniel Murillo
Composition
Jorel Decker
Composition
Griffin Boice
Composition
Dylan Alvarez
Composition
Jordon Terrell
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Griffin Boice
Co‑production
Kraddy
Co‑production
Dale Sebastian
Ingénierie de prise de son
Matt Good
Production
James Krausse
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
I'm losing my mind today, yo, what the fuck can I say?
I got these drugs on the way, c-couple hits then I sway
You better get out the way before I spray that AK
Yo, what the fuck can I say? I'm losing my mind today
Step up in that mosh pit, elbows up, let's bust some lips
Acting like I give a shit, roll it up, take a hit
Smelling like that Mary J, hands on that champagne
Maintain a bad habit, line the cocaine
I'm on another level, a level you can't pass
I'm on some other shit, who knows how long it'll last?
My heart is beating out, this shit just creeps up fast
I'm on another level, a level you can't pass
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Lil' bitch
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Shit!
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
I got a modern persona made of cocaine marijuana
Fuck you bitch-ass primadonnas, gonna b-b-break you down
I got a whole lot of vengeance deep inside of every sentence
Yeah, I'm just another menace sent to b-b-break you down
And I feel it now, breaking down every time I bleed 'em out
60, six, six, suffocating every count
And I should run, but I don't, let me tell you why I won't
When the Devil takes your hand, let me show you where he roams
I'm so fucking dope
And I'm cleaner than the bottom of a sack of coke
And these motherfuckers talk, but they always choke
Like they're hanging at the bottom of a six-foot rope
Can't stop now, nope, gotta keep going
You can sober up, I'm gonna keep on blowing
Gotta tear it up, gotta burn it down
We drop that fucking beat now
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Lil' bitch
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Shit!
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Here I sit, in Sunset and Vine
With an empty bottle and a drinking fine
No woe is me 'cause I ain't got time
Too cold to feel, and I'ma take what's mine
So fuck this club, I'ma rush the line
Gonna get kicked out, gonna wreck some wine
And at 5:00 a.m., I'ma make the climb
I'ma take a piss off the Hollywood sign
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Hahaha
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Shit!
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
I'm on another level, I'm on another level, I'm on another level
Writer(s): Daniel Murillo, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, George Arthur Ragan, Jorel Decker, Griffin B Boice
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