Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alexander Carl Kautz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Carl Kautz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Lynn Shelton
Producer
Letra
Gotta lose to play the game
We don't want a "claim to fame"
Cashing checks and taking names
Private jets and airplanes, yeah
Broke my heart open just to see
It written like a tattoo sleeve
Always right in front of me
Late for school at 17, so
Praise to our sweet delusion
Blessed be our sweet confusion
Time is on our side
And you're my ride or die
We're the new kids on the block, so
If they can listen to what I got, tho
Who made the rules anyways
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
Found a way to fill the void
Shut it down and make some noise
I been singing sweet rejoice
Flying high with the asteroids, so
Won't you draw me an illustration
Then you can paint on me like a painting
Think you could get out all your frustrations
Cause you know I be the inspiration
Praise to our sweet delusion
Blessed be our sweet confusion
Time is on our side
And you're my ride or die
We're the new kids on the block, so
If they can listen to what I got, tho
Who made the rules anyways
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
A polaroid past
Just another paper bag
A polaroid past
Just another paper bag
Praise to our sweet delusion
Blessed be our sweet confusion
Time is on our side
And you're my ride or die
We're the new kids on the block, so
If they can listen to what I got, tho
Who made the rules anyways
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
These are our glory daze
Glory, glory
Writer(s): Alex Kautz, Alexander Carl Kautz
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