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Propane
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Propane was released on July 14, 2023 by Max Rickun as a part of the album Propane - Single
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Release DateJuly 14, 2023
LabelMax Rickun
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Rickun
Max Rickun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Rickun
Max Rickun
Producer

Lyrics

I wanna pick your brain
See if I can find another way
Take a little pressure of the pain that you're going through
There's a lake of it flowing through
Spill it on my plate
Coca-Cola on the blood stains
I know it's hard to articulate what you're going through
Don't say that you're going to
Cause we're burning up
Propane in the tank, could you turn it up?
Don't say it's okay if it's wearing off
'Cause even if I ride out into the sun
When you're out of sight, I'll think of your touch
A temporary tattoo that I won't scrub
'Cause I know it's bad to make it drip blood
And even if I stitch these paper cuts
We're breaking up
So can you dim the lights? It's alright
We don't agree when I read your mind
Demonize a conversation 'till you fall asleep at night
Put you on a pedestal, you push it over
Did you think that you would fall on the bed of roses?
Dragging your feet on the floorboards
And saying you love me as the door closes
'Cause we're burning up
Propane in the tank, could you turn it up?
Don't say it's okay if it's wearing off
Cause even if I ride out into the sun
When you're out of sight, I'll think of your touch
A temporary tattoo that I won't scrub
'Cause I know it's bad to make it drip blood
And even if I stitch these paper cuts
We're breaking up
It's making me sick, killing me slow
Put up with shit you don't even know
Water under bridge, put it on the floor
Cause I can't forget where it was before
It's making me sick, killing me slow
Get off my dick or give me deep throat
Maybe I'll pretend it was all for show
Where do I begin?
I don't want, uh, I don't want, uh
I don't want us
No string that I attach, it'll be rough
Know this moment will pass, but it won't rush
Might go deep as a cut
Gotta keep that chin up 'till you adjust
Think about all your favorite things getting us through the muck
Think about all the day to day
Think about when we uh, when we uh
Know I won't play the game soon as I lose your trust
Maybe it'd take the pain away, give me a little rush
Don't worry about a thing, I'll hurry it off your plate
Soft served like a dinner roll, don't chomp at the bitter taste
I know that it's hard to realize all of the time it takes
Don't check on it when it's healing, cause even if shit could change
It'll be the same, wouldn't it be the same
It'll be the same, wouldn't it be the same
Written by: Max Rickun
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