Music Video

hippo campus - baseball (official audio)
Watch hippo campus - baseball (official audio) on YouTube

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Luppen
Jake Luppen
Lead Vocals
Nathan Stocker
Nathan Stocker
Guitar
Whistler Allen
Whistler Allen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Luppen
Jake Luppen
Songwriter
Nathan Stocker
Nathan Stocker
Songwriter
Whistler Allen
Whistler Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hippo Campus
Hippo Campus
Producer
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer
Brad Bivens
Brad Bivens
Engineer
Nick Tveitbakk
Nick Tveitbakk
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I saw a cigarette contend
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
Maybe that henna'd back of yours
That held me back, back from keeping score
[Verse 2]
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves growing
Split down that long back
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
[Verse 3]
I bet you take me for a fool
Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
Some weird abandon in the sheets
Though the tongue tastes good
My grammar's falling from the cheeks
[Verse 4]
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves growing
Split down that long back
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
[Verse 5]
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
[Verse 6]
Fill the rafters
Right field dances
Baseball diamonds
Take our chances out
[Verse 7]
There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going
Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch
Anxiety growing
Some cordial framework of the sunset
A yellow made out of gray
My bones are tired of the body
That woke me up today
[Verse 8]
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves growing
Split down that long back
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
[Verse 9]
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
Written by: Jake Luppen, Nathan Stocker, Whistler Allen, Whistler Isaiah, Zach Sutton
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out