Music Video

Featured In

Listen to Welcome to Oakville by Oakville
ALBUMWelcome to OakvilleOakville

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shelby Wayne Smith
Shelby Wayne Smith
Songwriter
Wendell Eli Hendrickson
Wendell Eli Hendrickson
Songwriter
Ezra Fiedler Hendrickson
Ezra Fiedler Hendrickson
Songwriter
Travis Jordan Riner
Travis Jordan Riner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shelby Wayne Smith
Shelby Wayne Smith
Producer

Lyrics

Take a breathe, hands unsteady Raise a voice but never hear I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child for you now Yeah I ain't got no sense no more I'm lyin' here on the kitchen floor My mind is in the gutter I'm just working to fix this itchin' boy Hibernate till' late in April Sacrifice like Cain and Able Medicate from the cosmic rays that try to reduce my life to fatal Bangin' my chest like ah! I just wanna repent to God Cause I never been a winner settle down my sinner The beginner in the game don't be no fraud Happy to be around all of the people That make life good, no stress, no evil On the pursuit, not looking like a fruit loop So cold, no soup, so sick, toot, poop Take a deep breathe and release that fire I contradict my statements prior Hot potato, see ya later, calculate my self supplier You could say I've had enough Walking around this battlefront I'm a soldier in a war straight fightin' pain I'd say I've had it rough God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me Take a breathe, hands unsteady Raise a voice but never hear I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child for you now I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child for you now Apparently, I'm barely, saving up this energy I'm walking through these city streets I try, try, try (Oh) City view with a pinkish sort of hue There's blood on all the pews So i go bye, bye, bye (Now) Misbehaving in the afterlife I get this feelin' down inside that I have never really tried I'm a big glass, half full, war-torn, asshole Runnin' dodging bullets, pick it up Lets get down to it God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me Take a breathe, hands unsteady Raise a voice but never hear I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child for you now God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me God rest my soul and I don't know what to do Which is half the time The other half is sleeping Here's to someone else speaking for me Take a breathe, hands unsteady Raise a voice but never hear I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child, I'm a war-child for you now (Break it down)
Writer(s): Shelby Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out