Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Hartshorn
Vocals
Mike Pecora
Rap
Jordan Sizemore
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hartshorn
Songwriter
Mike Pecora
Songwriter
Jordan Sizemore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fongold
Executive Producer
Testi
Been running through it
Making quick decisions
No time to think, gotta kill with precision
Then time to drink, then time to link
Fun times with me, come you could see
How we could be
Elegantly
No tragedies
Let's go compete
We'll break the speed
We'll cure the needs
We'll grow the trees
Still take the greed
Changing but I know that I am dire
Gotta represent, no need to retire
Working endlessly, so I could get hired
Feeling desperately, so I go to get high and
Find my way, sit down to rest
I am the best, don't make me test
I'll make a mess, so please confess
All that is wrong, write down the song
I fly along, my pride is gone
Y'all are the pawns
Y'all draggin' on
Walls bangin' hard
Our range is far
We'll leave you scarred
Regret no more
Should've could've would've
But you're never ever clever
Sit here listen to this message
Hope that I got your attention
Work hard but party harder
Never waste a fuckin' dollar
Make every moment worth it
Even if you don't deserve it
Drink liquor driving swerving
Damn y'all really got some nerve and
Hope to God you're feeling nervous
When it's time to prove you're perfect
Wasted, wasted
When its time to leave
They said, they said
You're not kind to me
Instead I'm dead
Yes, I finally
Gone bad, was sad
I can fly in peace
Wasted, wasted
When its time to leave
They said, they said
You're not kind to me
Instead I'm dead
Yes, I finally
Gone bad, was sad
I can fly in peace
Like we just took off in a rocket
No plans of it ever stopping
Even in a cell or coffin
The pen don't run out of ink, yuh
Suicidal doors over granite or marble floors
Just as miserable as before
Left my thoughts in the kitchen sink, uh
And although I know it's dangerous
I do things make me complacent
Hesitate we always fake it
Cannot wait until we're taken
Got the message of the maiden
From the lessons of the lately
I hope that she doesn't hate me
I got nothing to debate it
Let's go, it's time
We're all gonna die
Good luck, goodbye
It's a fucking lie
No Dice, last rites
Nihilist paradise
Nothings fair or right
In the afterlife
Let's go, it's time
We're all gonna die
Good luck, goodbye
It's a fucking lie
No Dice, last rites
Nihilist paradise
Nothings fair or right
In the afterlife
Written by: James Hartshorn, Jordan Sizemore, Mike Pecora
