Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amen Dunes
Performer
Parker Kindred
Drums
Damon Duell McMahon
Vocals
Steve Marion
Guitar
Raffaele Martirani
Keyboards
Gus Seyffert
Guitar
Benji Lysaght
Rhythm Guitar
Jordi Wheeler
Keyboards
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Coady
Producer
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Throw the sink in the fire, baby
Long day
Power's something you believe in
Something you gain
Nineteen hours came so supreme
Down to Judea
Memory don't mean much to me
Still, don't go away
[Verse 2]
High up in the Hollywood Hills
I'm barely awake
Got my arms around some clown
Who's barely awake
She tells him, we look stupid now
Tears trickle down our face
Ten, I light my first cigarette and
Drive down to L.A.
Ten, I light my first cigarette and
Drive down to L.A.
[Verse 3]
Some say fake it
I don't know, man
Stomp you're taking
Cool it down, babe
I've been trying to make it
For years and years and years
Watch them years go by on fire
[Verse 4]
(This is your time)
(Their time is done, it's over)
(I'm sick and tired)
But you're
(Screw up, this is your time)
Yeah, baby, I remember saying
(Now go out there and take it)
All this time and barely know my life
And it's all, it's all or nothing at all
[Verse 5]
How my baby been the years since I been through?
Got to feel so bad, I know you do too
Nobody needs to know if we show up on town
Come around early, put your feet up, joke around
[Verse 6]
She looks so pretty with a cigarette in her mouth
She grown mature, man, she filled out
Come on, baby, you know I'm trying to cut it out
But you're so bad I'd never put you down
[Verse 7]
But for a while I'm on my wake up
About a mile till I found the stuff I fake up
Fa-la, la-la-la-la, got face in mind
Blue eye hue, I miss you that's all
[Verse 8]
Stop it, you ain't
Stop it, you ain't
Stop it, you ain't
Stop it, you ain't
Stop it, you ain't
Stop, stop it, you ain't anything
[Verse 9]
Creep talking, low talking, gaze starving eye
Got tired, he told you, please install my eye
Six-star loaded rose gold back stall, he got offered
Ten o'clock, oh, stop and detour, baby, it's time
Big talking, face stalking, God forgive me, it'll be fine
Before she told me first, step back and lose your mind
Chopping fire got on the broken skin, how can you terrify
Creep talking, low talking, gaze starving eye
Written by: Damon Duell McMahon