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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
White Reaper
Performer
Anthony Esposito
Vocals
Hunter Thompson
Guitar
nicholas wilkerson
Drums
Ryan Hater
Keyboards
Samuel Wilkerson
Bass
Nick Wilkerson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Esposito
Songwriter
Hunter Thompson
Songwriter
nicholas wilkerson
Songwriter
Ryan Hater
Songwriter
Samuel Wilkerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Jason Hall
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jay Joyce
Producer
Court Blankenship
Producer
Lyrics
I wrote the letter in blood red ink to paint the picture
I was trying to get done with the deep
You get what you give and you give nothing less
So I rode to the city, I'm waiting on the bus to come and take us
So I guess it doesn't matter how you take it
Take it, yeah
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
But not forever
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
Well, I was sitting on a park bench out in the heat
Couldn't get myself to even look away from my feet
Thinking the story's complete
To get two heads, we'll rock to autumn
Get two eyes, both dark and gleaming
Here's the thing, I think the whole time I was dreaming
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
But not forever
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
Take it in your stride, take it in your stride, you don't have to cry
Take it in your stride and you won't have to hide away
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
I still think we're all okay
How come what you want and what you get
Always seem to be two different things?
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
Not forever
Wait a real long time, real long time, real long time
Writer(s): Samuel Wilkerson, Nicholas Wilkerson, Anthony Esposito, Ryan Hater, Hunter Thompson
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