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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cab Ellis
Cab Ellis
Performer
Connor Abeles
Connor Abeles
Lead Vocals
Matt Richards
Matt Richards
Saxophone
Nick Petrou
Nick Petrou
Bass Guitar
Luke Woodle
Luke Woodle
Drums
Jonny Sim
Jonny Sim
Electric Guitar
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cab Ellis
Cab Ellis
Producer
Talley Sherwood
Talley Sherwood
Engineer

Lyrics

Mama, mama, mom I need help Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad health I don't want bad health to make a bitter old man outta me An old man oughta be set up right so he can stand upright I don't want bad health to place any more space in between You and me that we don't need It's all my fault and you been takin' the blame Bad health Bad health Woke up on construction hours, eyes all bloodshot Car crashed in the garage, sound like a gunshot Woman in my bed who I ain't got no feelings for And a candle burnin' on the ground coulda burned the house down We did lines on a plate in a room With a lamp overturned like fiends and me I don't know what it means to be a kid And I keep on trying to find out, guess I'll only know when I'm old Bad Health Had drink in between our legs on the freeway Had a cop to our right saw our lives on replay Almost hit him cus I wanna be the DJ Still wanna spin, might go and pull the e-brake When I heard that your good friend died Cus his lungs got fried, I was still pullin' smoke into mine All that made me feel like a king Got a quota made up in my head and my head rings This gon' be a long ride like a limousine But somehow I think that I could make it to the other end I had been so innocent, I had been a coward I had been the nice guy, the one that you were proud of But I had had enough of not knowin' nothin' Learned who I was cus I learned who I wasn't Pursued my own pollution and arrived at confusion And I'm still there, now I'm more aware of where I gotta go Disregard what I said, disregard what I sung I'm the only one that change could ever come from Please ma, just for a little while I got a couple things that Imma try to reconcile In this stretch, when I need you the most Even if I ask ma you gotta resist, it's my wish Don't do your job, don't be my friend Don't gimme help, but don't blame yourself And don't ask me why, cus you will find out When I find my way back into your arms With my head up high, like the good old times Finally feelin' like the man you always saw me as Mama, mama, mom I need help Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad health I don't want bad health to make a bitter old man outta me An old man oughta be set up right so he can stand upright I don't want bad health to place any more space in between You and me that we don't need It's all my fault and you been takin' the blame Bad health Bad health
Writer(s): Connor Abeles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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