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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Worry Club
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Walsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Walsh
Producer
Milo Eubank
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face
Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced
I don't know why I come, I never feel great
Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break
Now I know you can see me, but you won't
You just wanna bleed me for some hope
So come on, give me your best shot
Yeah, come on, never give me all you got
I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face
Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced
I don't know why I come, I never feel great
Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break
I don't wanna go to class now
Said you only ever drink just to pass out
Well I'm not here for my health, I'm headed back now
Whatever lives inside your head, I hope you get it out
I hope you get it
I won't make it on my own, says the pretty face
Walking home in my sneakers, less than laced
I don't know why I come, I never feel great
Selling pills to only you, I need a fucking break
I don't wanna go to class now
Said you only ever drink just to pass out
Well I'm not here for my health, I'm headed back now
Whatever lives inside your head, I hope you get it out
I hope you get it
Writer(s): Chase Patrick Walsh
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