Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fluid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Robinson
Lyrics
Rick Kulwicki
Composer
Matt Bischoff
Composer
Garrett Shavlik
Composer
James Clower
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Fluid
Producer
Jack Endino
Producer
JJ Golden
Mastering Engineer
Letra
He was the oldest son of a drag queen dope dealer
He was too young for real fun but got it on occasion
He had his own tag it was a twisted swastika
He don’t fight back but knows the emotion
(One two three four)
To get off for your ego is such a lie
And there’s no satisfaction left in your mind
If I could only believe that you were having fun
I just might invite you hope you don’t come
I’m not like you
Well I’m not like you
Well I’m not like you dad
He woke up this morning with a head full of nightmares
He got out of bed without any rest
He ran for the door to clear his mind dear
He don’t mind screaming to get it off his chest
To get off for your ego is such a lie
And there’s no satisfaction left in your mind
If I could only believe that you were having fun
I just might invite you hope you don’t come
Well I’m not like you
Well I’m not like you dad
I’m not like you
You may float like a butterfly
But you can’t pin me down
You may float like a butterfly
But you can’t pin me down
He ate a lot of cheese and he ate a lot of dog hair
He was all too willing to assume the position
His daddy kept him flush in his streetwise affairs
He kept it in a tin marked lack of ambition
To get off for your ego is such a lie
And there’s no satisfaction left in your mind
If I could only believe that you were having fun
I just might invite you hope you don’t come
Well I’m not like you
Well I’m not like you dad
I’m not like you
Written by: Garrett Shavlik, James Clower, John Robinson, Matt Bischoff, Rick Kulwicki