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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carrie Morgan
Carrie Morgan
Songwriter
Dan Rodgers
Dan Rodgers
Songwriter
Shae Ferguson
Shae Ferguson
Songwriter
Connor Lord
Connor Lord
Songwriter
Gunnar Flinchum
Gunnar Flinchum
Songwriter
William Brown
William Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Brown
William Brown
Producer
Matt Weber
Matt Weber
Mixing Engineer
David Downham
David Downham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Summer time walking down eighty seventh Thinking of the sludge back when I was with Megan Shae showed up calm walking over with Taylor Took the crosstown buss see you later Alligator Skin boots got me Thinking of my uncle in Florida I should call my mother brothers dying of boredom Learned a lot from my dad about passive aggression Still a lot to learn about drugs and depression You you You were for the Better The better I well I I can tell your head hurts The pressure the pressure You were hanging down in the circus part of town showed up When everything shut down here were go again Oh then you cut your own hair You little Punk rocker So Meet Me In The Bathroom Someday Meet me at Mercury I'll take you to the greenroom Just like it used to be Then after the show Oh after my show We'll all get stoned You you You were for the Better The better I well I I can tell your head hurts The pressure the pressure oh Pack your bags and leave this torture I don't wanna get much older Adderall and empty stomachs I don't want this do you want this Pack your bags and leave forever You think we should stay in touch I think you should drink more water You think I should just shut up Pack your bags and leave this torture I don't wanna live much longer Adderall and empty stomachs I don't want this do you want this Pack your bags and leave forever You think we should stay in touch I think you should drink more water You think I should just shut up Ohhh Pack your bags and leave this torture I don't wanna get much older Adderall and empty stomachs I don't want this do you want this Pack your bags and leave forever I think we should stay in touch You think I should drink more water I think you should just shut up Talking with my sister thinking should I address it But who am I to say what's luck or a blessing Feel like I'm rolled in a rug do I need medical help I came home to some evangelicals Speaking of drugs speaking of heaven I'm drinking again on eighty seventh You can't afford those plants in your kitchen Who am I to say I'm still paying for my decisions
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