Halsey: предстоящие концерты
Похожие песни
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Halsey
Вокал
benny blanco
Программирование
Cashmere Cat
Программирование
Happy Perez
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Trevor Horn
Автор песен
Martin Kierszenbaum
Автор песен
Sergio Galoyan
Автор песен
Ashley Frangipane
Автор песен
Benjamin Levin
Автор песен
Елена Кипер
Автор песен
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Автор песен
Magnus August Høiberg
Автор песен
Nathan Perez
Автор песен
Valerya Polienko
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
benny blanco
Продюсер
Cashmere Cat
Продюсер
Happy Perez
Продюсер
John Hanes
Миксинг-инженер
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Gehringer
Мастеринг-инженер
Stephen Marcussen
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I shall die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
Come on, little lady, give us a smile
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night (But hell of a night)
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night (But hell of a night)
No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak, if you just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
Come on, little lady, give us a smile
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night (But I'm a hell of a night)
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night (But I'm a hell of a night)
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Nathan Perez, Magnus Hoiberg, Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov, Martin Kierszenbaum, Sergey Galoyan, Elena Vladimirovna Kiper, Trevor Charles Horn, Valerij Valentinovich Polienko, Ashley Frangipane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com