Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rita Torrens
Violin
Artem Litovchenko
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samson Mckeithen
Songwriter
Quentin Milliones
Songwriter
Tevin Zischkau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crowded Places
Mastering Engineer
That T Plus+
Producer
Songteksten
Looking up through the skylight
This isn't what I like
I hear the loudest thoughts on a quiet night
Telling me I'm wrong, so what do I write?
Where did I go left?
Aint getting no rest
And if I seem stressed
It's cuz I'm so stressed
Like clothes by a seamstress, I am so pressed
Or maybe hemmed up
Cuz I don't know best
I can't wait forever
I want to feel better
I'm so sick of this pressure
I would do whatever
I know it's not nothing
I don't need nothing aye
But I want something
Something to go my way
If it can't go my way
Then I feel a way
It control my day
How much more will I take
Cause I'm blue
Should have told you
Warned you
My mind is always missing
I wonder if I was listening to you
I wonder if I was listening to you
I know it's not nothing
I don't need nothing aye
But I want something
Something to go my way
If it can't go my way
Then I feel a way
It control my day
How much more will I take
Before it's all a waste
How much more will I wait
Before it's all a waste
Before it's all a
All a waste
Waste
All a
My minds always missing
Wonder if I'm even listening
Things we go through
Blind to all the mistakes
Make it till daybreak
Feel the sky on my face
My mind is always missing
Now I'm trying to listen
Written by: Quentin Milliones, Samson Mckeithen, Tevin Zischkau