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PERFORMING ARTISTS
easy life
easy life
Performer
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Programming
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Vocals
Oliver Cassidy
Oliver Cassidy
Drums
Jon Hume
Jon Hume
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Composer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Composer
Jon Hume
Jon Hume
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Producer
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer
Mark Schwartz
Mark Schwartz
Vocal Recording Engineer
Ian Evans
Ian Evans
Engineer
Jon Hume
Jon Hume
Producer

Lyrics

I don't wanna play out Chose the greatest day to come to LA Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out 11-hour trip on a plane well that's a very long way for a day out In a city full of suicide dreams Movie stars and scenes Plastic cemeteries Throw the stars on the floor walk the golden mile Sun-drenched and chamomile kisses Broken bones and wish bone wishes All you can eat Take a bow No FOMO, no sleep Can a woman teach me how to be the man? Tropicana and sand All I ever wanted was a jam All I ever needed was a plan Ridin' with models in the back of a cop car Jump in the pool from a roof of a five star And one day I could be A distant memory Settin' fire to my house in the hills Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills If you let me I could be Your dead celebrity I don't wanna fade out Signed my membership for the 27 club Everyone around me wants a way out When I'm struggling to cover my tracks Should I be worried about the scandal or the payout? When everything I own is on tick And slippin' through my grip My classic ego trip Go back to LC walk the golden mile Sun-drenched and dry lip kisses Some hits and some near misses Oh well We'll be dropping like flies Calling three 9's 2016 it happens sometimes Not everyone lives but everyone dies Ridin' with models in the back of a cop car Jump in the pool from a roof of a five star And one day I could be A distant memory Settin' fire to my house in the hills Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills If you let me I could be Your dead celebrity But I always take it too far, too far How to love when I'm close to the edge All I ever need's respect Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead? If you let me I could be Your dead celebrity
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Murray Cameron Matravers, John Hume Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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