制作

作曲和作词
Sebastian Lee Connell
Sebastian Lee Connell
词曲作者
Vincent Ivey Christopher Connell
Vincent Ivey Christopher Connell
词曲作者

歌词

When did getting out of bed become a debate I've been staying up way too late cause If I sleep then I will dream when I dream I see dark things I try to keep it held in but I Still feel it I'm jailed to the walls of my own prison and if I sleep then thoughts can't creep Walls will cave cause either way
I'm just depressed a fucking mess nothing left to lose I'm just depressed nothing left that I can do
I'm just depressed, upset, begging on my knees Fell apart felt wraps up with the leaf until I fell asleep The rest was far from dandy man to Alan rest in peace Sad to say but safe to say the fucking realest first to leave Why it got to be this way Feel if its only ever been the pain Rainy days caged in a box like I got a shot but this movie horror Blood nights gory ripped apart Send them a coffin like sitting in a red box Stop with the nonsense talking down names like a blogger The rockstar very in him sinner fairly rarely can even commit Except to something dirty like bangers with .30's but lately just downing 40's pouring liquor out Drowning passing out on the floor Passing out on the floor passing out on the floor Told myself to stay the course step up to the plate base be the best motherfucking last player on the chorus
I'm just depressed a fucking mess nothing left to lose Passing out on the floor passing out on the floor told myself to stay the course I'm just depressed nothing left that I can do Passing out on the floor be the best motherfucking last player on the chorus I'm just depressed a fucking mess nothing left to lose Passing out on the floor passing out on the floor told myself to stay the course I'm just depressed nothing left that I can do Passing out on the floor be the best motherfucking last player on the course
Written by: Sebastian Lee Connell, Vincent Ivey Christopher Connell
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