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Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Вокал
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Барабаны
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Исполнитель
Will Swan
Will Swan
Гитара
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Бас
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Композитор
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Композитор
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Композитор
Will Swan
Will Swan
Композитор
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Продюсер
Ricky Orozco
Ricky Orozco
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Sometimes ain't nothing what it seems Feel like we're living in a dream And nothing's ever guaranteed, oh-oh They say they have the answers, we say they're full of shit They got lots of pretty fangirls, rather be celibate Keep all your precious banter, we're chasing hella rich They do it for the front page, just for the hell of it I've eaten thousands of my words like bees Then ignored stinging sensation and enjoyed the feast With arms wide open and you're taking me high If it's technically creed, I won't stop you River, you look so far from way up Down below, they live for a tunnel We're compelled to follow (Oh) Tunnel vision (Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa-oh) Stuntin' on mountains (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Tunnel vision (Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa-oh) So stuck trying to blow it up Forgot you know how to climb Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Dress, text, breakfast Rhino died, got new T-Rex Gratitude from battle wounds We're not dead, but we could be soon Soon, soon, soon Sometimes ain't nothing what it seems Feel like we're living in a dream And nothing's ever guaranteed, oh-oh We'll likely end up on our knees Best thing we did was evergreen We'll never find out what it means, oh-oh, oh-oh They're gonna try to turn you into a bastard On your way to financial bliss In the hands of the impotent masters Cum inside the bottomless pit They say they have the answers, we say they're full of shit They got lots of pretty fangirls, rather be celibate Keep all your precious banter, we're chasing hella rich They do it for the front page, just for the hell of it River, you look so far from way up Down below, they live for a tunnel We're compelled to follow Tunnel vision (Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa-oh) Stuntin' on mountains (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Tunnel vision (Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa-oh) So stuck trying to blow it up Forgot you know how to climb Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Trying to blow it up Dress, text, breakfast Rhino died, got new T-Rex Gratitude from battle wounds We're not dead but we could be soon Forgot you know (Forgot you know) Forgot you know (Forgot you know) Forgot you know how to climb (We're not dead, but we could be soon) Forgot you know (Forgot you know) Forgot you know (Forgot you know) Forgot you know how to climb
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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