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Secret Band - Lightning
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secret Band
Secret Band
Performer
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Bass
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
William Swan
William Swan
Guitar
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Drums
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Guitar
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Composer
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Composer
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Composer
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Composer
William Swan
William Swan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Recording Engineer
Nick Loiacono
Nick Loiacono
Recording Engineer
Alan Douches
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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