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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beddy Rays
Beddy Rays
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Wade
Benjamin Wade
Songwriter
Jackson Van Issum
Jackson Van Issum
Songwriter
Lewis McKenna
Lewis McKenna
Songwriter
Bradley O'Connor
Bradley O'Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brock Weston
Brock Weston
Producer

Lyrics

Give up on her, brother, she's only messing with your head Been down these roads before, and they only lead to dead ends Picked up from the gutter, there's a car here full of your friends Don't think twice for good advice Get up, come on, get in Feels like nothing's up, dead end rut Walls are closing on in Pick it on up again, thicker skin Here's a place to begin Find some peace of mind from that exit line As there's no point in rushing When that's good for nothing How's the irony? You're so blind, I see How it's all erupting Wait a while's got a hold on me Wait a while's got a hold on me Give up on him, sister He's only fucking with your head Got no time for your old man or fam Just the ins and outs of your bed Now losing a lover is hard enough as it is Know your worth, put yourself first And don't you ever forget Feels like nothing's up, dead end rut Walls are closing on in Pick it on up again, thicker skin Here's a place to begin Find some peace of mind from that exit line As there's no point in rushing when that's good for nothing How's the irony? You're so blind, I see How it's all erupting Wait a while's got a hold on me I could wait a while, or I could walk the other way It's too late to call, it's too late to call I don't wanna get caught up this way, this wicked game It's too late to call, it's too late to call It's too late to call, it's too late to call It's too late to call, it's too late
Writer(s): Jackson Van Issum, Benjamin Wade, Bradley O'connor, Lewis Mckenna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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