Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
grandson
grandson
Vocals
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Programming
Kevin Hissink
Kevin Hissink
Programming
Krupa
Krupa
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Songwriter
Chester Krupa Carbone
Chester Krupa Carbone
Songwriter
Jordan Benjamin
Jordan Benjamin
Songwriter
Kevin Hissink
Kevin Hissink
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Producer
Krupa
Krupa
Producer
Mark Jackson
Mark Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Boonn
Boonn
Producer

Lyrics

Nobody really cared, so it never really mattered It never really mattered, so it never really happened What's the point in fighting for a happy ever after? The past keeps haunting the future, I imagine All I ever wanted was a little peace and quiet Just color in the lines, and you'll get it like they promise If you bite the hand, get louder and defiant Then you'll see how quickly they come making a deposit One false move, you're a Kennedy If you fight it you're the enemy I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity Where's my head? On the podium Gas me up, no petroleum I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity Mass detention Debt collection Misdirection Got lost, missed intervention We missed redemption Missed reflection Kissed the weapon Skipped the lesson Caught an infection Mass confusion Air pollution Compromised foreign contribution Mass epidemic No mask, gonna mask call a medic Go fast or I last apathetic Might crash, I'm a hack, I'm pathetic I know Times ain't changing, the sun don't show And the trees won't grow, and the bombs keep dropping The fake tan on the TV keeps talkin' Just wanna be optimistic My sanity's gone off ballistic Train was leaving, I just missed it Guess that I'm stuck with this shit Damn One false move, you're a Kennedy If you fight it, you're the enemy I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity Where's my head? On the podium Gas me up, no petroleum I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity I'm still tryna find my identity One false move, you're a Kennedy If you fight it, you're the enemy I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity Where's my head? On the podium Gas me up, no petroleum I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy I'm still tryna find my identity
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Andrew Dawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out