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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hobo Johnson
Hobo Johnson
Vocals
Derek Lynch
Derek Lynch
Guitar
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Guitar
David Báez-López
David Báez-López
Bass
Ben Lerch
Ben Lerch
Drums
Jordan Moore
Jordan Moore
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Lynch
Derek Lynch
Songwriter
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Frank Lopes, Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

Hi, says the girl with the right eyes That pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile You can kind of tell that something's going on, but She's like a Skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk She'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today Better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe That's safe for her, 'cause they, they just hurt And she don't know why that God's on dirt I hope he's trying She said, she said, she said, she said She said "I hope he's trying" "Frank, do you think he's trying?" Then I said "I don't know" But I asked her "What's wrong?" She just nods her head And then I asked her "What's wrong?" And she said He was the picture, perfect person Loved my mother, oh, so dearly, you could Feel the love reverberate whenever in our building If it'd feel the same today, I wish I'd know, but Sometimes you drive a car and lose control Into poles, hold me closely I don't think you should love me I always feel so lonely, knowing that nothing will ever last forever Sorry Frank, you're much too late, much too late Sorry Frank, you're, you're much too late Much too late Hi, says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice Rather relationships at all She holds her breath all day and fucking gasps for air at night She promised she would love me, but only 'til the morning time The more that I engage in it, the more that I am mortified That I'm like every other shitty guy And then bye Says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice Rather relationships at all I asked her "What's wrong?" I asked her "What's wrong?" And she said And she said, she said He's such a bummy, crusty, cruddy, father Fucking every girl he takes to coffee He lied to mom in holy matrimony Hold me closely I don't think you should love me I always feel so lonely, knowing that nothing will ever last forever Sorry Frank, you're, you're much too late Much too late I'm sorry Frank, you're, you're much too late You're much too late, you're much too Sorry Frank, you're much too late Much too
Writer(s): Frank Jorge Lopes Jr., Derek Lynch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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