Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ChewieCatt
ChewieCatt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Moreland
Matthew Moreland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnald
Johnald
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Waiting
Contemplating my death
I'm haven
So that you spare me
I guess I've been, been listening to the wind
It's gone again oh-oh
Going through the motions emotionless
I've been so cold and no the doses they don't hear, no
Might need a thick soul
How can I fix what's deep in my soul
I guess I'll
Run, run
Run, run
Far from the barrel of the gun
I know I'm never too scared to let go
But the devil
He knows I'm no thorn on no rose
So point your gun
Imma run, run, run
I need a dopamine hit
It's been so dead now
Low on serotonin
Keepin' my head down
No
Feelin' filled to the brim
I feel my world's kinda grim
Broken down the chains on my wrist
Going through the motions emotionless
I've been so cold and no the doses they don't hear, no
Might need a thick soul
How can I fix what's deep in my soul
I guess I'll
Run, run
Run, run
Far from the barrel of the gun
I know I'm never too scared to let go
But the devil
He knows I'm no thorn on no rose
So point your gun
Imma run, run, run
This ain't me
I know
Need a little tea shadow
Oh-oh
I'll let it all go
I guess I'll
Run, run
Run, run
Far from the barrel of the gun
I know I'm never too scared to let go
But the devil
He knows I'm no thorn on no rose
So point your gun
Imma run, run, run
Run, run
Run, run
Far from the barrel of the gun
I know I'm never too scared to let go
But the devil
He knows I'm no thorn on no rose
So point your gun
Imma run, run, run
Written by: Matthew Moreland
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