म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin David Mathis
Austin David Mathis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin David Mathis
Austin David Mathis
Producer
John Bynum
John Bynum
Producer
Vixila
Vixila
Producer
Sam Killian
Sam Killian
Producer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mastering Engineer

गाने

Solo stop at the bottle shop, I knocked the Captain Morgan down
They charged my card, you could hear it bounce
And I don't care if it's the new year, I don't want anyone else around
I see the signs, I count it down
And I would have to kiss your dad if it's gonna stop his holy-roller mouth
I die when you don't protect yourself
Pray the sky would open up like a zipper
Pray the state would just let it all go
You could burn all the dashcam pictures
You could toss your little lizard out the window
I never thought of all the beaches in Texas
Guess I always knew it bordered the sea
Talking better to myself when I'm naked
I take a little picture for me
A disco ball in the dining hall, all the animals amble out
All the talking heads, all the rodeo clowns
But you find the sun to loosen up my monkey-in-a-barrel arms
To free apart any interlocking parts
And I bathe in the light and I soak it up
And you squeeze me like a sponge
You wash the rocks I wash up on
I never thought of all the beaches in Texas
There is magic in the shape of the tea leaves
Am I worthy of all of the hatred?
Never thought of all the churches in Vegas
There is soothing in divine superveillance
Anytime you leave your shoes at a Play Place
It never hurts to have a friend in Jesus
Talking better to myself when I'm naked
Pray the sky would open up like a zipper
You could float out of time with the sea
It can hurt to have a friend in Jesus
I just want my MTV
Written by: Austin David Mathis
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