Лучшие песни Mercy Bell
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Trace Faulkner
Бас-гитара
Andrew Hagen
Саксофон
Mercy Bell
Вокал
Matthew Collins Gordon
Клавишные инструменты
Ben Pranger
Акустическая гитара
Diego Vasquez
Тромбон
Abby Hairston
Барабаны
Robert Gay
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Isabella Jones
Автор песен
Maria M Bell
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Everett Neal Faulkner
Продюсер
Trace Faulkner
Продюсер
Mercy Bell
Продюсер
Jason Mott
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
I saw Mt. Everest
When I was 3
It was the smallest mountain
I'd ever seen
Compared to this
Compared to this
God talks to me
In license plates
And he said
Honey child now please be brave
So I did
Oh i did
And the world keeps pushing me
And the world keeps pushing me
Round
Get a little bent
Get a little strange
Keep it kinda weird
Keep it hard to gauge
Don't keep it pent
It'll turn to rage
Cuz its hard to fit
When you're bent
I moved to the city
And I cut my hair
Fell in love with girls
No I ain't scared anymore
No no more
A little psylocibin
And you'll see the silver lining
And the trees talk like your mother
Stop fightin' with your brother
Kids
You're all just kids
And the world keeps pushing me
And the world keeps pushing me
Down
Get a little bent
Get a little strange
Get a little weird
Keep it hard to gauge
Don't keep it pent
It'll turn to rage
Its hard to fit
When you're bent
It's hard to to fit
When you're bent
It's hard to to fit
When you're bent
It's hard to to fit
When you're bent
When you're bent
When you're bent
When you're bent
Yeah it's hard to to fit
When you're bent
Writer(s): Mercy Bell
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