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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Smith
Joseph Smith
Songwriter
Will Emmerson
Will Emmerson
Songwriter
Scott Taylor
Scott Taylor
Songwriter
Sam Hough
Sam Hough
Songwriter
Jake Hough
Jake Hough
Songwriter

Lyrics

If I write this down, is anybody gonna care at all?
If I wore this crown, would they be happy just to see me fall?
Does anybody really care what it means?
Am I a fiend for dopamine?
Am I seeking validation?
And do I meet your expectations?
Maybe it's not meant to be (Money fame and royalties)
And if you think that I'm delusional, I might agree
Spill my guts for all to see (Dreaming of the major leagues)
But I guess nothing is worth having if it comes for free
Watch us fall apart as we take it slow
As above, so below
So watch me circle the drain
Pick apart inside my brain
Do I still want this? Is it easy just to let it rot away?
Yes, you do
Music's the only thing that got you through
When the world lays down a beating and you're black and blue
When your life's a total shitshow and so are you
It picks you up when nothing else will do
Maybe it's not meant to be (Money fame and royalties)
And if you think that I'm delusional, I might agree
Spill my guts for all to see (Dreaming of the major leagues)
But I guess nothing is worth having when you get it for free
And now I guess you're on a black list
Recoiling from the latent madness
The world keeps spinning on its axis
I'd like to do this how we practiced
Chin up, chest out
Get wrecked I'm an idiot
Check in, check out
Please stroke my ego
Chin up, chest out
Get wrecked I'm an idiot
Check in, check out
Please stroke my ego
Maybe it's not meant to be (Money fame and royalties)
And if you think that I'm delusional, I might agree
Spill my guts for all to see (Dreaming of the major leagues)
But I guess nothing is worth having when you get it for free
Written by: Jake Hough, Joseph Smith, Sam Hough, Scott Taylor, Will Emmerson
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