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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kliptic
Kliptic
Performer
Vastive
Vastive
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Keith
Jacob Keith
Composer
Sam Vargas
Sam Vargas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kliptic
Kliptic
Producer
Vastive
Vastive
Producer

Lyrics

I feel like I'm just running out of time
Dream about the club like I'm going to get mine
This always happens every fucking time
Back into the bedroom baby, I've been losing my mind
But I know, you know, I know, I got to keep on pushing on
'Cause I know, you know, I know, I can't let you down
Yeah, you know, I know, I know, I got to keep on going on, keeping strong
And I know, you know, you know, I'll never let 'em bring me down, bring me down
So bring it on
Come fight me
So bring it on
Come fight me
So bring it on
(Fight me)
(So bring it on)
(Come fight me)
(Bring it on)
(Come fight me)
(I feel like I'm just running out of time)
(Dream about the club like I'm going to get mine)
(This always happens every fucking time)
(Back into the bedroom baby, I've been losing my mind)
(I feel like I'm just running out of time)
(Dream about the club like I'm going to get mine)
(This always happens every fucking time)
(Back into the bedroom baby, I've been losing my mind)
But I know, you know, I know, I got to keep on pushing on
'Cause I know, you know, I know, I can't let you down
Yeah, you know, I know, I know, I got to keep on going on, keeping strong
And I know, you know, you know, I'll never let 'em bring me down, bring me down
So bring it on
Written by: Jacob Keith, Sam Vargas
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