Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitehall
Whitehall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Greeson
Avery Greeson
Songwriter
Brennan Clark
Brennan Clark
Songwriter
Davis Rowe
Davis Rowe
Songwriter
Patrick McKiernan
Patrick McKiernan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KEVIN RATTERMAN
KEVIN RATTERMAN
Producer

Lyrics

My head is New York
Overpopulated
Subways underwater
Rats eating at wires
And gas lines
Takin my own time
To get from a to b
Everything’s complicated
when you’ve got a million dreams
My limbs are a state
That I’ve never been to
foreign landscapes
you ‘ll never know what they’ll do
where they bend and
make descisions
You didn’t want them to
How my body wants something
New York has no clue
but i never know what they’ll do
Get in trouble, start a big fight
enough for me to stress all night
make New York sort it all out
decipher what it was all about
But unknown to me and you
Can’t trust what we see online
We’d have to take trip to find
Who knows what they’ll get into
My head always has to decipher
anything they do
I’m a little dissonant in my own head
Fighting several different wars
Grow up now or be a child
At 25 there’s so much room
Written by: Avery Greeson, Brennan Clark, Davis Rowe, Patrick McKiernan
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