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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Johnston
Sam Johnston
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Johnston
Sam Johnston
Songwriter
Bre Kennedy
Bre Kennedy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Johnston
Sam Johnston
Producer
Drew Long
Drew Long
Producer

Lyrics

Woke up today, my place a whole wreck
Can’t pay no maid to clean this whole mess
Suburban life has died, I write my own checks
Lately I’ve been drinking to forget
Pretend I don’t wake up in a cold sweat
Seems I’m the one with my hands round my own neck
Cause I took the shot, I rolled the spliff Hands on the wheel, I plead the fifth When I wake in the morning
Oh, my mind will be stormin’
I broke the glass, I watched it slip
I heard the crash, I steered the ship I’m just out here surviving
But I say that I’m flying
Another day, another high Another way to say I tried I’ll be okay, I’ll be alright Cause everyday’s an alibi
Today I want a new persona
Let someone else come take me over But when I’m back to clean and sober I’ll find that I’m just judging the posers
When I took the shot, I rolled the spliff Hands on the wheel, I plead the fifth When I wake in the morning
Oh, my mind will be stormin’
I hate the blues, I hate the greens I hate the part that no one sees But the feeling I’m hiding
Keeps me grounded from flying
Another day, another high Another way to say I tried I’ll be okay, I’ll be alright Cause everyday’s an alibi
Written by: Bre Kennedy, Sam Johnston
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