Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Owens
Riley Owens
Background Vocals
Johnny Cattini
Johnny Cattini
Acoustic Guitar
Max Challis
Max Challis
Bass Guitar
Aaron Drescher
Aaron Drescher
Drums
Janine Antonellis
Janine Antonellis
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Owens
Riley Owens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Riley Owens
Riley Owens
Producer
Max Challis
Max Challis
Producer
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Recording Engineer
Jett Galindo
Jett Galindo
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Every bird flies away
From their mommy one day
Do you think they get nervous to fly?
No more food in the nest
No more breakfast in bed
One day it's on you to catch the rest
Hey, you're gonna work yourself to death
Why don't you get that through your head
Before the summer
So we can say
What do you wanna do today
Let's live our lives for something other than the weekend
As he watches the waves
From up high every day
Does he ever stop to catch his breath
Hey, you're gonna work yourself to death
Why don't you get that through your head
Before the summer
So we can say
What do you wanna do today
Let's live our lives for something other than the weekend
But the weekend's all I've ever really known
And the pieces I will pick up on my own
For you, I'm going under
For you, I do my time
For you, I'm going under
Cause it's time I finally learn to get it right
Hey, you're gonna work yourself to death
Why don't you get that through your head
Before the summer
So we can say
You look wonderful today
Now let's live our lives for something other than the weekend
But the weekend's all I've ever really known
And the pieces I will pick up on my own
For you, I'm going under
For you, I do my time
For you, I'm gonna steal that thunder
Cause it's time I finally learn to get it right
Written by: Riley Owens
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