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creature
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Alternative
creature è stato pubblicato il 20 settembre 2019 da Photo Finish Records come parte dell'album creature pt. 1 - EP
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Data di uscita20 settembre 2019
EtichettaPhoto Finish Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM81

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
guardin
guardin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
Composer
Taylor Morgan
Taylor Morgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Taylor Morgan
Christopher Taylor Morgan
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
It's three o'clock, time's running out
I'd rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit, I said, "Fuck it," and made it work out
I'm a mess I guess
But for some reason, they stay impressed
I'm a pessimist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own
Start writin', stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown
[Verse 2]
I'm not stoned, well, maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if you don't take another hit
Cancel all your plans today, you're 'bout to write a hit
Probably fuckin' not, but you won't know unless you sit
Does the energy around you every get
Inside your cerebellum? Tell me everything is shit
Sleep away the day again and call it fuckin' quits
An easel to present a thought about the way I live
2017 was the year that I thought I'd kick
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit
Reach into the sky and said, "The clouds are lookin' lit"
But angels never die so I'ma respawn real quick, yeah
[Verse 3]
Did this kid really name his album after his cat?
Does he smoke a lot and how's his mom feel 'bout that?
Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps
Fuck you, dick head, why won't you DM me back?
Y'all really wanna work with me, well, how 'bout that?
These lines are real DM's that I'll never hit back
I don't sell features so don't ask about that
God, please don't hit me with another group chat
[Verse 4]
Three o'clock, time's running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit, I said, "Fuck it," and made it work out
I'm a mess I guess
But for some reason, they stay impressed
I'm a pessimist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own
Start writin', stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown
Written by: Christopher Taylor Morgan, Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
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