特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kylekelly
kylekelly
Vocals
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kylekelly
kylekelly
Songwriter
Stephen Dranto
Stephen Dranto
Songwriter
Dylan Strevell
Dylan Strevell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kylekelly
kylekelly
Co-Producer
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Producer
Dusty Moon
Dusty Moon
Mixing Engineer
Mike Cervantes
Mike Cervantes
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

I met laney at a glorified strip mall
The girl I liked had just put me on a shelf
Didn't mention her boyfriend at all
Danger to my health
I've been staring at my ceiling, clutched six strings
Stephen crying, say, "brother, hey... what the hell"
Chugging alcohol, still say nothing
Danger to myself
Cold calls
Do what you want
Holding my tongue
She said, "don't let them think too much"
Is there something I don't know?
Is it real? Is it just a show
I've been doing flips and rolls
Conversation, delusional
And it feels like I might pass out
Is it weird that no one's around
Is there something I don't know?
Is there something? I don't know
Am I thinking too hard
Is it diamonds or hearts
Am I playing a part
Well, what now
Hands me another drink
And in less than a blink
She'll know things I might think
Well, what now
Uh oh
Oh no
Is there something I don't know?
Is it real? Is it just a show
I've been doing flips and rolls
Conversation, delusional
And it feels like I might pass out
Is it weird that no one's around
Is there something I don't know?
Is there something? I don't know
Is there something I don't know?
Is there something? I don't know
Written by: Dylan Strevell, Kyle Kelly, Stephen Dranto
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