Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Bass
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Zachary Garren
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Arranger
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit
Pass me some poison, let me take a hit
I'm just embarrassed and comfortably numb
But failure is painful and lying is fun
Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy
We feel like we're a little bit classy
Cheers to the fact that we're not dead
Swimming with the sharks, but we're still not dead yet
Psycho I go right to buy those
Optimistic magic fix it pills
I'm so right though, that's my life, bro
Underwater, coughing with my gills
Don't let this moment go to waste
You don't know when the feeling could happen again
Don't let this moment go to waste
You don't know when the feeling could happen again
Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading
Tell me that I look just like a man
'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy
Trying not to be an embarrassment
Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading
Tell me that I look just like a man
'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy
Trying not to be an embarrassment
I'll go in cryo and return to life, ho
And make a bisque, tomato basil shit
Riding a rhino, pico de gallo
Roosters beak, I'll sleep when I leap that jeep
Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit
Pass me some poison, let me take a hit
I'm just embarrassed and comfortably numb
But failure is painful and lying is fun
Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy
We feel like we're a little bit classy
Cheers to the fact that we're not dead
Swimming with the sharks, but we're still not dead yet
Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading
Tell me that I look just like a man
'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy
Trying not to be an embarrassment
Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading
Tell me that I look just like a man
'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy
Trying not to be an embarrassment
I'll go in cryo and return to life, ho
And make a bisque, tomato basil shit
Riding a rhino, pico de gallo
Roosters beak, I'll sleep when I leap that jeep
Don't close your eyes tonight
Perfect melodies are hard to find
I got a feeling we could touch the sky
Let's live in this delusion that we don't live in perpetual confusion and there's meaning to our lives
Hades arc, golden tarp, black hole
Slack is for- slack is for cutting me more
Mountain, fountain, shrieking, preaching
Slack is for- slack is for cutting me
Slack is for cutting me more
For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom
White 21 is the maximum fun
For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom
White 21 is the maximum fun
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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