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hippo campus - baseball (official audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Luppen
Jake Luppen
Lead Vocals
Nathan Stocker
Nathan Stocker
Guitar
Whistler Allen
Whistler Allen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Luppen
Jake Luppen
Songwriter
Whistler Allen
Whistler Allen
Songwriter
Nathan Stocker
Nathan Stocker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer
Brad Bivens
Brad Bivens
Engineer
Hippo Campus
Hippo Campus
Producer
Nick Tveitbakk
Nick Tveitbakk
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I saw a cigarette contend It was the smell of death that kept strolling in Maybe that henna'd back of yours That held me back, back from keeping score There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I bet you take me for a fool Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules Some weird abandon in the sheets Though the tongue tastes good My grammar's falling from the cheeks There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong You were a friendly kid Fill the rafters Right field dances Baseball diamonds Take our chances out There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch Anxiety growing Some cordial framework of the sunset A yellow made out of gray My bones are tired of the body That woke me up today There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong I was wrong I was wrong
Writer(s): Jake Michael Luppen, Whistler Isaiah Allen, Nathan Todd Stocker, Zach Mark Sutton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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