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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Vocals
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Screams
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Composer
Nicholas Brian Marsh
Nicholas Brian Marsh
Composer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Composer
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey you, are you sleepin' in the woods? Hey you, are you sleepin' like you should? Are we pandas on camels or birds in a flock? Are we caricatures, are we cream of the crop? Started at the bottom of the page Skipped right to the ending for a glimpse of your fate Do you get the better of the fame? Or do you let it shatter over bonds that you've made? You love that staff, I get that wack, my ass bamboo I see the zebra f-f-flustered in the zoo You go from green to red and mean, then down to blue We're on the tenth, is it the end or chapter two? Hoping When it feels like you've been chosen You keep your ego from exploding Check yourself and you'll be rolling on No sleep, I feel dead Blend me in the wall, merge with bed The mind is mush and I'm leaping out the back of my head When my own critique is all I've read Give it some time, you may be sellin' out somebody Stick to your guns and never sell out 'cause you want it When it gets heavy, you can bail out, regather Take a beat and come back steadier than ever They'll only know you by your disguise Don't have to show them every single side Make it so you won't need an alibi When the pitchfork comes out, you'll be alright Hey you, are you sleepin' in the woods? Hey you, are you sleepin' like you should? Are we pandas on camels or birds in a flock? Are we caricatures? Are we cream of the crop? Hey you, are you sleepin' in the woods? Hey you, are you sleepin' like you should? Are we pandas on camels or birds in a flock? Are we caricatures? Are we cream of the crop? Hoping When it feels like you've been chosen You keep your ego from exploding Check yourself and you'll be rolling on Don't sell yourself short, this is your moment They'll only know you by your disguise Don't have to show them every single side Make it so you don't need an alibi Give it some time, you may be selling out somebody Stick to your guns and never sell out 'cause you want it so bad It's heavy, bail out, regather Take a beat and come back steadier than ever Big bangers, swang thangers, go to shows Straight bops, don't rot, you should know Big bangers, swang thangers, go to shows Straight bops, all I got, you should know
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson, Nicholas Marsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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