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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Annika Wells
Annika Wells
Keyboards
Giulio Cercato
Giulio Cercato
Guitar
Dan Gleyzer
Dan Gleyzer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Annika Wells
Annika Wells
Composer
Giulio Cercato
Giulio Cercato
Composer
Evan Magee
Evan Magee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Annika Wells
Annika Wells
Producer
Giulio Cercato
Giulio Cercato
Producer
Dan Gleyzer
Dan Gleyzer
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Have you heard this song?
I hate this song
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
I could write seventeen songs in a day
No one's gon' give a shit 'bout what I say
They're always gonna ask what my job is
Probably 'cause I dropped out of college
Couple kids from my town already got hitched
I still got daddy issues I ain't fixed
Think I'm gonna drink all my money
Why they all look at me funny?
So pour me another
One for my brother
And two for my parents
I know they can't stand this
I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
Nine to five, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends, and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
Let me just take a sec for my best friends
Kelsey and Amy, thank God we're not dead
Stealing street signs in your two-door
Still the same nights that I live for
Everyone's worried 'bout where we'll all be
In fifty years, I'll be here singing off-key
Faded as my jeans and I'm messed up
Chasin' all my dreams with a red cup
So pour me another
One for my brother
And two for my parents
I know they can't stand this
I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
Nine to five, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends, and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
Truth is, one day
All these wasted nights will
Turn to Mondays
And we'll be somewhere else with
New friends and old ways
Little hungover, but we're fine
But all I know for now is
I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
Nine to five, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends, and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, alright
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober
Written by: Annika Wells, Evan Magee, Giulio Cercato
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