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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sunderworld
Sunderworld
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Poulain
B. Poulain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sunderworld
Sunderworld
Producer

Lyrics

Anything, anything, anything
Fly em out, serenade, Siesta Key
Beat it up, make it cry, no relief
Soaking wet, looking up in -
I live in my head, I'm that generation Z
I don't call my friends, they just pull up where I be
Cardiac arrest, on a stretcher when I sleep
This a closed set, double check the call sheet
She want the portal keys, portal keys, portal keys
City lights overtake an empty street
Dark eyes bewitched by what it's seen
You pass by, you glimpse it, you never speak
I cried tears of '42 and kerosene
My youth faded a blonde sage of dead dreams
A porch covered with indigo and cardamine
My pit crew would mix a sprite with anything
Anything, anything, anything
Fly em out, serenade, Siesta Key
Beat it up, make it cry, no relief
Soaking wet, looking up in disbelief
Written by: B. Poulain
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