Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Vocals
George Ragan
George Ragan
Vocals
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Vocals
Dean Butterworth
Dean Butterworth
Drums
Liam Clinger
Liam Clinger
Vocals
MUSYCA Children's Choir
MUSYCA Children's Choir
Choir
Oliver Clinger
Oliver Clinger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Sean Gould
Sean Gould
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Mixing Engineer
Rhys May
Rhys May
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Gould
Sean Gould
Producer

Lyrics

Like a sinkhole, like a sinkhole Stars aren't born, they're fucking made up in a dice roll What does it show? What does it show? C-C-Cut off all the tethers to your lost soul Think about a time on a dotted line Venice Beach, cutting throats on the shoreline It ain't a fucking crime if I'm taking back what's mine Los Angeles, we're on the front line Click-click-boom, let 'em fall Lining 'em up with the semi-matic auto Hear the call? Hear the call? Hop in the whip to d-dip it straight then I'm out though When I do it like this With a Wiffle ball bat Surf's up, bitches, and it's like that Hollywood coming to attack I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming Running through the dark, broken boulevards We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming In California, we're dreaming Armageddon now, Armageddon now Coked out skeletons come back down Break 'em down, gotta break 'em down Broke down fault lines sink so loud The greatest story ever told, the greatest lie I've ever known Dead men walking, audition for the big show It's biblical; so, so cynical In the land of make-believe, the situation's critical Sink into the ocean like some martyrs at our pinnacle Yeah, it's just a vision, but the waves are fucking literal As above, so below You wanna go to heaven, but you sold your soul Dying young, I'm growing cold Cut yourself apart so you don't grow old We're living in denial, but we're doing it in style Out here in California, it's a trial by fire I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming Running through the dark, broken boulevards We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming In California, we're dreaming I can feel the tension hidden in the question Underneath the dreams I hold I can see rejection in my own reflection I can feel my dreams grow cold Dreams grow cold, oh I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming Running through the dark, broken boulevards We never sleep; in California, we're dreaming In California, we're dreaming In California In California, we're dreaming In California
Writer(s): Daniel Murillo, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Sean Gould, George Arthur Ragan, Jorel Decker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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