Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lisa Origliasso
Interpretação
Jessica Origliasso
Interpretação
Scot Stewart
Violão
Connor Daniel
Violão
Dan Trapp
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jessica Origliasso
Composição
Lisa Origliasso
Composição
John Feldmann
Composição
Travis Barker
Composição
Sierra Deaton
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
John Feldmann
Produção
Ryan Linvill
Coprodução
Scot Stewart
Engenharia (mixagem)
Connor Daniel
Engenharia (gravação)
Dan Trapp
Engenharia (gravação)
Dylan McLean
Engenharia (mixagem)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up six feet under anyways
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keeping score
[PreChorus]
So why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're spending
What you look like
What you say
When at the end of the day
[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style
[Verse 2]
I was never like them
Sick of hitting my head on that glass ceiling
Falling in line can be fatal
I'd rather be a fucking mess than stable
[PreChorus]
Why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're wearing
Who you talk to
Who you date
When at the end of the day
[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style
[Bridge]
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
[Chorus]
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style
Written by: Jessica Origliasso, John Feldmann, Lisa Origliasso, Sierra Deaton, Travis Barker

