Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
Vocals
Dan Reynolds
Lead Vocals
Justin Tranter
Background Vocals
Ben McKee
Bass Guitar
Daniel Platzman
Drums
Mattias Larsson
Guitar
Robin Fredriksson
Programming
Wayne Sermon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Reynolds
Songwriter
Justin Tranter
Songwriter
Wayne Sermon
Songwriter
Ben McKee
Songwriter
Daniel Platzman
Songwriter
Robin Fredriksson
Songwriter
Mattias Larsson
Songwriter
Destin Route
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mattman & Robin
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Ben Sedano
Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Look out for yourself
I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows
For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground
I'm searchin' to behold the stories that are told
When my back is to the world that was smilin' when I turned
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn, they hate us
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y
(Look out for yourself)
My enemy-y-y-y-y (look, look, look, look)
(Look out for yourself) but I'm ready
Your words up on the wall as you're prayin' for my fall
And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called
I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time
When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn, they hate us (huh)
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y (look, look, look, look)
(Look out for yourself)
My enemy-y-y-y-y (look, look, look, look) (yeah)
(Look out for yourself), uh, look
Okay, I'm hopin' that somebody pray for me
I'm prayin' that somebody hope for me
I'm stayin' where nobody 'posed to be
P-P-Posted, bein' a wreck of emotions
Ready to go whenever, just let me know
The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor
The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable
I'ma tell 'em, "Hasta luego"
They wanna plot on my trot to the top
I've been outta shape, thinkin' out the box
I'm an astronaut, I blasted off the planet rock
To cause catastrophe and it matters more
Because I had it not, had I thought
About wreakin' havoc on an opposition
Kinda shockin', they wanted static, with precision, I'm automatic
Quarterback, I ain't talkin' sackin', pack it, pack it up
I don't panic, batter, batter up, who the baddest?
It don't matter 'cause we're at your throat
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy (oh)
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Oh, the misery (oh)
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy (oh)
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Pray it away, I swear, I'll never be a saint, no way
My enemy
Pray it away, I swear, I'll never be a saint
(Look out for yourself)
Writer(s): Daniel James Platzman, Daniel Coulter Reynolds, Mattias Per Larsson, Robin Lennart Fredriksson, Daniel Wayne Sermon, Justin Tranter, Benjamin Arthur Mckee, Destin Route
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