制作

出演艺人
Rian Brazil
Rian Brazil
所有乐器
Harry Eagle
Harry Eagle
合成器
Silver Bumba
Silver Bumba
合成器
作曲和作词
Rian Brazil
Rian Brazil
作曲
制作和工程
Harry Eagle
Harry Eagle
制作人
Nathan Boddy
Nathan Boddy
混音工程师
Silver Bumba
Silver Bumba
制作人

歌词

I'm screaming from my lungs, I need to breathe
White smoke in my face, get punch in my teeth
Run my fingers on the building, baby toes in the leaves
All this time I needed ya, but you needed me
Money up in the sky, now you shine over me
My eyes going blind, when you're here I can see
Why'd you drive in the rain, through the storm on the way
Just to tell me you feel like you had everything, you don't
Dents in the car, look like us when I hold you up
Bitch tried tell me I ain't from a cloth that I know I was
Hood tipped up, can't see no love
But I know that's not what it was
Had to learn that quick growing up
I could watch you drive for months
But you was on walls like white chiffon
And you would never take no island scum
Best take this chance, have more than one
She's always in touch, she's iPhone one
And I was so undeformed
You could try paint yourself the one
And that canvas should have been more than done
Need you to stay awake
Sellotape, eyelid break
Hundred miles, hurricane pace
All your love, blow me out the way
Make it mine any fucking way
Drive in, ain't coming late
We collide, then we separate
I'm screaming from my lungs, I need to breathe
White smoke in my face, get punch in my teeth
Run my fingers on the building, baby toes in the leaves
All this time I needed ya, but you needed me
Money up in the sky, now you shine over me
My eyes going blind, when you're here I can see
Why'd you drive in the rain, through the storm on the way
Just to tell me you feel like you had everything, you don't
Need you to stay awake
Sellotape, eyelid break
Hundred miles, hurricane pace
All your love, blow me out the way
Make it mine any fucking way
Drive in, ain't coming late
We collide, then we separate
Now both from the same place
I'm well aware we drop rocks
Smoke our post-weed on the rooftops
When I killed my dad in a headlock
My bad, my wild son Ken Rock
In my dreams we fucked till my heart stopped
Wake up, still feel like a sleepwalk
Read a book on US psyops
And the shit didn't give me shell shock
All my shit backwards like a leg lock
Yeah, I'm fucked, yeah, I'm really all fucked up
Since 2000 I've been fucked up
I've been everyone but been me, man
Blow cigarette smoke at the ceiling
While a bunch of these hoes freewheeling
Tryna ride my dick for good feeling
Tryna ride my dick for good feeling
I'm screaming from my lungs, I need to breathe
White smoke in my face, get punch in my teeth
Run my fingers on the building, baby toes in the leaves
All this time I needed ya, but you needed me
Money up in the sky, now you shine over me
My eyes going blind, when you're here I can see
Why'd you drive in the rain, through the storm on the way
Just to tell me you feel like you had everything, you don't
Written by: Rian Brazil
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