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Cool Company
Cool Company
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Fishman
Matthew Fishman
Songwriter
Yannick Hughes
Yannick Hughes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Fishman
Matthew Fishman
Producer

Lyrics

Sipping fire, exchanging lies Listening to Paradise I love it just her and I The only thing real here Is that we both real scared She act like she opening up Act like I told her enough Things a moving in a hurry She complaining that she love me When she barely know me Got me stressing cuz yo low key I'm feeling the same I said low key I'm feeling the same But my heart is like some tissue paper Wrapped in some barbed wire Put into a teddy bear and thrown into a bonfire Drowned in its own tears Tears for another's pain For which I was to blame For which I have no shame I just hope that she feeling the same I just hope that she feeling the same Halos we wear em like we living in cathedrals We try to hide the truth but oh no we know The devil too strong I'm talking evil He chasing us we try to run but we slow So we don't, always make it back To where we belong I can tell you've had it hard That's okay I don't need to see your scars I'm just here and happy to be your mars Your great escape from a world you can't take What they showed you No wasn't what they sold you Just a bunch of facades pretending to be mirages where the hell we go from here Halos we wear em like we living in cathedrals We try to hide the truth but oh no we know The devil too strong I'm talking evil He chasing us we try to run but we slow So we don't, always make it back To where we belong I'm spending Sunday afternoon in my doomsday outfit If the sky falls I don't care It's a free ticket outta here Ask an angel how it feels Bet they say wonderful yeah Sweeter than honey buns yeah Fresh out the oven ones yeah If there's heaven on earth Must be hell in heaven There no telling its worth There no bell and no curve Like we barely differ Like we rarely absurd Guess if we were all zombies Could probably get along here But how are we to dream on the other side How are we to dream on the other side How are we to dream on the other side How are we to dream on the other side Or do the chips keep falling Money keep calling Everybody is all in yeah Biggest pot and we all win yeah Don't save it we all spend yeah All pray and we all sin Often Halos we wear em like we living in cathedrals We try to hide the truth but oh no we know The devil too strong I'm talking evil He chasing us we try to run but we slow So we don't, always make it back To where we belong
Writer(s): Yannick Hughes, Matthew Fishman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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