Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Davidly
Davidly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davidly
Davidly
Composer
Jonathan Wilhelm
Jonathan Wilhelm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Davidly
Davidly
Producer
Samuel Terrazzino
Samuel Terrazzino
Producer

Lyrics

Running outta time this fire got me burning red
You hurt me too times I can count
Let me undermine the words from your mouth
Creepy crawlers in head all year round
Take your bullets and you spread till I'm down
Better not fall apart when your bullets out
When the lights go down
When the night comes out
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Oh, oh
Help me, help me, help me understand
What its like to do so much good
With blood stained on your hands
Broken bitter my heart spilled on the floor
Sinking all my teeth
Tryna get a bite
Bag another head
Everytime your dead
You don't know what I think about so late
Stray bullets cut my heart thats 8
Night time demons keep me awake
You know what I'm thinkin about
You know what I'm dreamin out
Better not fall apart
When your bullets out
When the lights go down
When the night comes out
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Flatline, don't wanna
Written by: Davidly, Jonathan Wilhelm
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