Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
eaJ
eaJ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
eaJ
eaJ
Songwriter
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Songwriter
John Hill
John Hill
Songwriter
Jae Park
Jae Park
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Producer
John Hill
John Hill
Producer

Lyrics

Sober resurface Pills they stop working And stomach is churning (From the alcohol, from the alcohol) Hoping is hopeless When ceilings are falling Hospital calling (Who the fuck you call?) (Who the fuck you call?) When the sober stays Lie me in my grave By soft highs All of them chalk lines Them green stop signs They (they), they, they, they (they) Keep me in my lane Keep me so embraced by high priced Boxes of hot cries End of the night sighs American hot pies (Fuck) 'Cause nothing's consequential When the law is run by the law So when they do wrong, wrong, wrong (Who the fuck you call?) (Who the fuck you call?) Something's consequential The world is on fire Run by intelligent liars Shit am I tired Popped all my tires Someone call Myers When the sober stays Lie me in my grave By soft highs All of them chalk lines Them green stop signs They (they), they, they, they (they) Keep me in my lane Keep me so embraced by high priced Boxes of hot cries End of the night sighs American hot pies (Fuck) Tell me that I'm special But what does all that mean Everyone is someone to somebody (Fuck) Tell me that I'm special But what does all that mean Everyone is someone to somebody (Fuck)
Writer(s): John Hill, Sam Homaee, Jae Park Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out