Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aidan James Laprete Powell
Songwriter
Mischa Mandel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Laprete
Producer
Elijah Marrett-Hitch
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'm so tired of always playing pretend
Spend to make and do it all over again
Dirt in my eyes
So I can never see through the disguise
And every time I play she calls my bluff
Was it enough?
I should've called it
Another night
I just keep on driving every other night
And you just keep on talking just to start a fight
It's just another fight
It's line of sight
Welcome to another day in paradise
Welcome to another way to throw the dice
Don't you quit your day job that's some bad advice
It's just a sacrifice
It's thinking twice
Now welcome to another day in paradise
It's funny how things burn me out
Yeah yeah yeah
Confiscated
Eradicated
All my close relations
I could stop
But what could ever really go wrong?
But what could ever really go wrong?
Tear it down
Forget it yeah yeah yeah
I tried and tried again
But I just can't pretend
I'm up too fast I got the bends
I run to two percent
I hit the sides late at night
But what could ever really go wrong?
Torn up paper slid under my door
Faces staring up at me from the floor
I'm sitting in a chair I got for free
There's not a single cent you'll get from me
And I don't want to play so go away
I don't know if it's okay
I should've called it
Another night
Every kid's got a gun
I just keep on driving every other night
Josephline's got it going yeah
And you just keep on talking just to start a fight
Put it all on the line
It's just another fight
Try to keep it in time
It's line of
Gotta leave for the night
Welcome to another day in paradise
Eradicated
All my close relations
I could stop
But what could ever really go wrong?
But what could ever really go wrong?
Paramount
Tear it down
Forget it yeah yeah yeah
I tried and tried again
But I just can't pretend
Up too fast I got the bends
I run to two percent
I hit the sides late at night
But what could ever really go wrong?
Sweepstakes
Wake up late
Never try to conversate
Bit wrong for time and place
But what could ever really go wrong?
Take adderall
That means I can't sleep at all
Crawling up my ten feet wall
But what could ever really go wrong?
Written by: Aidan James Laprete Powell, Mischa Mandel, Mischa Mandel Giegerich