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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cake Pop
Cake Pop
Performer
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Performer
Ravenna Golden
Ravenna Golden
Performer
Lewis Grant
Lewis Grant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Composer
Ravenna Golden
Ravenna Golden
Lyrics
Lewis Grant
Lewis Grant
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Producer

Lyrics

Twitters making me really anxious
But I just really wanna be famous
Everyone around me is sus
But I just wanna be on a tour bus
So cut around me with a knife
Hit all the lines
Gotta make sure I look nice
So take your time
Hit the gram, hit the grav
Got no need for a map
Drink a 40, lookin’ sporty
Then throw up with a laugh
All the time, in my spine
All I hear is the cracks
Gotta go, with some coke
but i fall in a trap
 New city, feeling shitty
Tell me what is the haps
Don’t remember, don’t remember
Blame the drugs for the lapse
Get your ID and come find me
The security’s lax
The front might be shut
but there’s space in the back
 New city, feeling shitty
Tell me what is the haps
Don’t remember, don’t remember
Blame the drugs for the lapse
Get your ID and come find me
The security’s lax
The front might be shut
but there’s space in the back
Don’t remember where my friends went
or what we did last night
Don’t remember
but apparently we got in a fight
I don’t wanna hurt your feelings
but we’re not even friends
I don’t know why you’re sliding through my DMS
We’re going to the show
and we’re gonna get on stage
I don’t even know the words
but I think I’ll be okay
Don’t know why you keep on calling me
I never call back
I keep my hair in pigtails
Keep it out of my face
Smoking cigs all night in the back room
Now we’re throwing up in the bathroom
Don’t wanna go but I have to
Because I’ve got a curfew
Hit the gram, hit the grav
Got no need for a map
Drink a 40, lookin’ sporty
Then throw up with a laugh
All the time, in my spine
All I hear is the cracks
Gotta go, with some coke
but I fall in a trap
New city, feeling shitty
Tell me what is the haps
Don’t remember, don’t remember
Blame the drugs for the lapse
Get your ID and come find me
The security’s lax
The front might be shut
but there’s space in the back
 Never made it on the tour bus
Finally found that I’ve had enough
Would you know if I was putting on a show
Would you care if I was elsewhere?
Written by: Dylan Brady, Lewis Grant, Ravenna Golden
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