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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jono Dorr
Jono Dorr
Chœurs
Liv Marsico
Liv Marsico
Chœurs
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Batterie
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Chœurs
Jesse
Jesse
Voix principales
Mike Margot
Mike Margot
Chœurs
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Paroles/Composition
Justyn Pilbrow
Justyn Pilbrow
Paroles/Composition
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Paroles/Composition
benny blanco
benny blanco
Paroles/Composition
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Paroles/Composition
Jesse Rutherford
Jesse Rutherford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Justyn Pilbrow
Justyn Pilbrow
Production
benny blanco
benny blanco
Production
4E
4E
Production
Chris Mullings
Chris Mullings
Ingénierie
Chase McElhaney
Chase McElhaney
Assistance d’ingénierie
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

RIP to my youth And you could call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth And you can play this at my funeral Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping Might be a sinner and I might be a saint I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed Sweet little baby in a world full of pain I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? Mama said if I really want to, then I can change it, yeah RIP to my youth If you really listen, then this is to you Mama, there is only so much I can do Tough for you to witness, but it was for me too I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me RIP to my youth And you can call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth, yeah You could play this at my funeral Tell my sister, "Don't cry and don't be sad I'm in Paradise with dad" Close my eyes and then cross my arms Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars Throw me in a box with the oxygen off You gave me the key and you locked every lock When I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop I was naive and hopeful and lost Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts, oh What do I do? What do I do? I don't believe it if I don't keep proof I don't believe it if I don't know you I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the internet I need a cigarette I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me I'm using white lighters to see RIP to my youth And you can call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth And you could play this at my funeral Tell my sister, "Don't cry and don't be sad I'm in Paradise with dad" Close my eyes and then cross my arms Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars (I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me) (I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me)
Writer(s): Zachary Abels, Mike Margott, Justyn Pilbrow, Jeremy Freedman, Brandon Fried, Benjamin Levin, Jesse Rutherford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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