Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secret Band
Performer
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
Jordan McCoy
Bass
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Matthew Mingus
Drums
William Swan
Guitar
Josh Benton
Drums
Tim Feerick
Guitar
Dryw Owens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Bianchini
Composer
Jordan McCoy
Composer
Jonathan Mess
Composer
Matthew Mingus
Composer
William Swan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Dryw Owens
Recording Engineer
Nick Loiacono
Recording Engineer
Alan Douches
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Why come get her when it's great to wait?
If I arrive all withered, take a break to bake
Scythe-like reaper right beside the state
I don't get bitter, I step to all plates
You can probably show up in a beer hat
You can probably hack inside a Learjet
I'mma brang, brang the gear up the back
I'mma rang, rang up the shoes I go
Which terminal and gate is mine?
I'm fricking ripping pen hits on the side, time flies
I'll pay the price for badass fish
I like the taste of your hip on my lip, bomb shit
You can probably show up in a beer hat
You can probably hack inside a lear jet
I'mma brang, brang the gear up the back
I'mma rang, rang up the shoes I go
Why pillage nine to nine to nine?
It's all a million pills and popped blisters
Why pillage nine to nine to nine?
It's all a billion thrills till your dick hurt
What you gonna do with a baby bladder?
Pee on all your clothes when it really matters
I eat all Asian, still got way fatter
I've outgrown hoes and moved onto food platters
Lamps is nice, moths in flight
I cry for antelopes, tears for ratites
Only do, no more try
Feels much better putting up a fight
Why come get her when it's great to wait?
If I arrive all withered, take a break to bake
Scythe-like reaper, right beside the state
I don't get bitter, I step to all plates
I'm sick of this bald headed baby stuff
I wanna grow up and not spill my guts
Complain how it isn't fair
That I can't own a thousand tiny little bears
Say you, wanna hang around for a little while longer
Maybe we were stronger with two or you
Get something out of it, better than without it
Nothing left to shout about
Draining my time
Spending my life in a stew, -ew, -ew
I'm smoking your pee pee and
Drinking all of your poo poo poo
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed, ya
Unimpressed, unimpressed
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
I made lightning for you, I made lightning for you
Strike twice and you didn't even say tight
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess
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