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FirmaWe The Kids
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM94

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu
Vocals
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Keyboards
Ruby Jackson
Ruby Jackson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Nautu
Miles Nautu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Mixing Engineer
Chunkyluv
Chunkyluv
Mastering Engineer

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(Tell me what you need)
Father hear me
I need a shoulder for my confession
I ain’t as confident as you’d believe in fact I’m stressing
And every second that I ain’t pressing I feel I’m wasting
And hatred growing in me I fear that I’ll lose my patience
The lessons you taught me I find myself re- re-tracing
The life you gave me I’m ever grateful for what you made it
And for what it’s worth I been doing my best to make you proud
My girl and me are on our 5 year anniversary now
And we be fighting but usually staying for just a night
I know my trouble I speak to you maybe take it like
Past intentions my mother’s rage is in me to kill
But I can sway it I stay my toes without a pill
Father hear me
I’m speaking to you from out the plane
My mother struggle to pay the bills seem like nothing changed
And though I’m flying to play a festival interstate
My only thoughts are on how this crumble under the weight
There’s so much pressure I wonder how you could even cope
A starving artist, it’s so romantic, a common trope
And now I’m something but only just enough to admit
Above average comparing myself got me a trip
But anyways it’s like everyday is another challenge
But don’t you worry, determination I do inhabit
I only wonder if anyone really do connect
Look to stars and mumble “god” underneath my breath
Whoah
I might be out tonight don’t miss
I fought this life keep shown the mark of death I hope don’t kiss
And it’s like just my luck that it’d be over in one click
But know I got my heart on you
To make it
Out the mist
And I don’t know what you
Need
Father hear me
I only need you to send me time
My brother struggling and I’m the model of being fine
Broke and chasing a fucking dream that I’ll never see
But that’s just life alright
Always war and it’s never peace
And damn these rich folk
Lawyers putting my mum in debt
A single phone call, thousand dollars send you direct
For someone’s help it’s like money, you need to double cut
I watched her give up the life she wanted to help us up
I’m sick of understanding
I’m sick of these fucking fiends
I’m sick of compromising my mental health and my dreams
I’m sick of wondering what you would do
And what you would say
I’m sick of myself
I’m sick of this music
Sick of pain
And I’m sure that you were sick
And was hiding behind that fucking smile
Never telling me shit
Lessons to help me touch the ground
I never had you round since the fucking age of ten
Time spent with my brothers, wonder if you was aching then
Catching up for this album drop I wanted your help
A bass line from my father finally make you proud
You messaged me lastly with “son I’m so glad to be your father”
But then you blind to what I replied, dying a martyr
And I ain’t been sleeping right for about 6 months
The nights I hear every memory playing it back to front
And blame myself for the day I lost you I coulda just
Held your hand when you dropped me after
Not waving off
And I been thinking of every message you ever sent
Wondering if you still speak to me through familiar scent
I hope you see me a shadow passing in every crowd
And honor you through my words through music and every sound
Whoah
I might be out tonight don’t miss
I fought this life keep shown the mark of death I hope don’t kiss
And it’s like just my luck that it’d be over in one click
But know I got my heart on you
To make it
Out the mist
And I don’t know what you
Need
[OUTRO]
Tell me
Who
Dance
Vice
On me
One chance
Feet
Up
Run
Can’t
Stuck
Living
Bite
Press
Running
Written by: Miles Nautu
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