Top Songs By J. Writing
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James J. Whiting
Songwriter
Scott Richard Whiting
Songwriter
Dusty Nichols
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hey
Hey
Hey
Well alright
Gas, break, gas, ya gas, break
Gas, honk, gas, ya honk, break
Gas, break, gas, ya gas, break
Don't seem fair but traffic's one-way (Check it out)
I need a break (a break)
From all this pressure on me
I've made mistakes (mistakes)
But so does everybody
I feel the weight (the weight)
The world can get so lonely
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Damn, caught myself staring at the sun
Zero on my mind, something in my lungs
Love is hard to find
but it's easy when it comes
That's just what I've heard
I've seen none of the above
Running behind but I'm running nonetheless
Picking at the wounds under bulletproof vest
The color of the room matches every other mood
I just popped some shrooms, it's 1 in the afternoon
(Interesting selection)
It's a fucking Tuesday skip the intervention
I could sing the blues now across the intersection
Instead I'm watching blue clouds form into a sentence
Baby, what does it say?
Probably nothin' but I'll write in my pad anyway
I'm onto something
I can feel it in a literal way
Or is it figurative?
Figurative is funny to say, man
I can feel it in a literal way
Or is it figurative?
Figurative is funny to say, man
I need a break (a break)
From all this pressure on me
I've made mistakes (mistakes)
But so does everybody
I feel the weight (the weight)
The world can get so lonely
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Medicate or meditate
Either way you on meds tryin' to elevate (elevate)
Abbreviate to alleviate
Whats the plan milligram
Do you deviate? (hell yeah)
Take a deep breath, clear your throat
take a note, clear your head
Have a thought, have a lot
Have a sip, have a fit
Have a cig, grab a pen
Pencil in gabapentin
Find a quiet place
Think of how it was back then
Push the thought out of your head
Will it stop, when did it begin?
Is it dull, is it sharp?
Speak up! Feel it here?
Is it numb? Are we done?
What's your number hun?
Tell me why you're hear today, son
Are we done? What's your number hun?
Tell me why you're hear today, son (I don't know)
I need a break (a break)
From all this pressure on me
I've made mistakes (mistakes)
But so does everybody
I feel the weight (the weight)
The world can get so lonely
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Watch me hit my fadeaway
Sunset, clouds & Tanqueray
Gas, break, gas, ya gas, break
Gas, honk, gas, ya honk, break
Gas, break, gas, ya gas, break
Don't seem fair but traffic's one-way
Hey
Hey
Written by: Dusty Nichols, James J. Whiting, Scott Richard Whiting