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INTERPRÉTATION
USERx
USERx
Interprète
Matt Maeson
Matt Maeson
Interprète
Rozwell
Rozwell
Autre instrument
Berg
Berg
Autre instrument
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Maeson
Matt Maeson
Paroles/Composition
Bailey Rial Goldberg
Bailey Rial Goldberg
Paroles/Composition
Ross Fitzgerald
Ross Fitzgerald
Paroles/Composition
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rozwell
Rozwell
Production
Ross Fitzgerald
Ross Fitzgerald
Ingénierie de prise de son
Berg
Berg
Production
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
John O'Mahony
John O'Mahony
Ingénierie de mixage
Rob Ulsh
Rob Ulsh
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

I bought an antidote My body left my soul I thought I overdosed I've never come so close So I go tearin' it up And I go diggin' it in Without you I'm nothing I saw a heavenly ghost I think that Andrew would know Now I'm scared to go downstairs Oh, now I'm trippin' it out And now I'm fallin' apart And I peeled off my skin, my skin Where my sins are sequined, it's the end It's the end Ah this ah sound boy killer (sound boy killer) Him ah di number one killer (number one killer) Ah this ah sound boy killer (this ah sound boy killer) Kill dem with sweet-sweet, sweet-sweet (boy, boy) Killer, killer Whoa, so around we go Said she never been high before Baby, now you know Yeah, I lived like I died before Can't see the sunrise no more So around we go Bad dreams when my eyes won't close I don't know if I can get back home (get b-, get b-, get back home) If I lose it, just don't let me know You can leave it just don't let me go (let-let-let me go) Ah this ah sound boy killer (sound boy killer) Him ah di number one killer (number one killer) Ah this ah sound boy killer (this ah sound boy killer) Kill dem with sweet-sweet, sweet-sweet (boy, boy) Killer, killer I bought an antidote My body left my soul I thought I overdosed I've never come so close I just wanna feel numb Life is a mission like a pill run Whether it's supply or demand Thanks for giving like a pilgrim Depression in my adolescence My teacher said I'm mad aggressive My pastor told me count my blessings While he was counting granny pockets She hid the bigger bills from my uncle by the wall sockets False prophets, bottom line, it's all profit When the pain is internal, baby you can't stop Get high to suppress it It's easier to hide than address it Push I could love her but she dangerous Keep on telling me about life changes I've been up for days, I've been anxious I would save her but I'm just shameless I bought an antidote My body left my soul I thought I overdosed I've never come so close
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Matthew Mason, Ross Fitzgerald, Bailey Rial Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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