Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Triple One
Performer
Lil Dijon
Lil Dijon
Vocals
Marty Bugatti
Marty Bugatti
Vocals
Obi Ill Terrors
Obi Ill Terrors
Vocals
Vincent Goodyer
Vincent Goodyer
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Mason
Matt Mason
Composer
Martin Guilfoyle
Martin Guilfoyle
Composer
William Gunns
William Gunns
Composer
Dominic Kim
Dominic Kim
Composer
Conor Grealish
Conor Grealish
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Billy Gunns
Producer
Sid Mallick
Sid Mallick
Producer
18YOMAN
18YOMAN
Producer
Adam McElnea
Adam McElnea
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Mason
Matthew Mason
Producer

Lyrics

When you take me always I'll carry over Always I'm over, my friend 'Cause it's the only time my head's out of water Treading this ocean, searching for sand I wish I knew your hands like I knew I used to Between my fingers, run through your hair And it's the same mistake we making in motion Pretend you know this, I can't pretend 'Cause I'm sick of it Always sick of it Don't come back Is it the end? The man with no skin, throw some salt and I'ma feel it Small boy with some stilt, trick the world then they reveal it Still love my mum the same way when I was young But they try to pull me back from the ashes that we come Lemonade spa bath, grenadine, and lager Can't live inside my skin so I put myself in others Pink paint vessel, red-stained pedals Another lonely night with some flesh tho' I feel metal Tin man correta, wings froze, jet setta The apple of my eye, pray to God I never met her, oh Redefine the question, never let it grow See me chew the gun and I'ma let it I wish I knew your hands like I knew I used to Between my fingers, run through your hair And it's the same mistake we making in motion Pretend you know this, I can't pretend Yeah, I've been getting better at this sickness Dog days on mid strengths We out smelling parks in falls of autumn when the season starts I could rearrange my heart These demon days got angel parts So keep a blade on waste But never waste your heart She's waiting, son So dodge the coppers Never dip on a promise Hide your problems You could die if you keeping honest I've been tryna keep my loved ones closer to my chest and lungs While lunging brewskis out the back, trying not to break for none Yeah I know, I know you hate me I cannot change what I have done I know, I know I hate me I let the feeling pass and just bite my tongue When you take me always I'll carry over Always I'm over, my friend 'Cause it's the only time my head's out of water Treading this ocean, searching for sand I wish I knew your hands like I knew I used to Between my fingers, run through your hair And it's the same mistake we making in motion Pretend you know this, I can't pretend
Writer(s): Matthew C. Mason, Vincent Goodyer, Dominic Kim, Conor Grealish, William Gunns, Martin Guilfoyle, Sid Mallick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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