Top Songs By Ollie Joseph
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Olliver Scott Joseph
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olliver Scott Joseph
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Hooks
Producer
Steve Crabtree
Producer
good harbor
Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Over all the he said she said
Living for the weekend
Feel exhaust in my lungs when i breathe in
Ain't the route for me
I prefer it scenic
Might move to the mountains out in
Utah for the fuck of it
Log cabin with a gate
I'ma only let my bruddas in
Can't see a soul for a hundred miles
No service in the sticks
Gotta hit you back another time
Matter fact, no I won't
Fuck your story, fuck your post
Social media's a joke
I got real shit poppin'
I got real life problems
If a bag ain't on the other line
I'm hanging up the phone
Uh
Two days out the week the only time you living free
Drink it all away with friends you hate
You bitches peaked
Check to check and checkin for these hoes
You almost 30 dog
Got stuck in the state you born and raised
You didn't dream
All the screen fed pretend, living for the weekend
Smell the cap in the air when I breathe in
Can't do surface level
I prefer the deep end
Might move to the mountains out in
Utah for the fuck of it
Log cabin with a gate
I'ma only let my bruddas in
Can't see a soul for a hundred miles
No service in the sticks
Gotta hit you back another time
Why settle down? See no end in sight
Scenery change see the Dipper in the dead of night
Still with the gang, riding till we see the engine light
Still with the gang, still want the same things baby
Reach early 20s and they plateau
Never took a back road
Back when I was young would talk my shit and back it up
Because I always had a backbone
They could do it too
But they don't do shit and the gap grows
Made it out the mud
It don't make sense to hang with tadpoles
Hard for them to swallow
But they better make like black holes
Nothing's gonna stop the hour glass flow
Done living for the weekend
Need some fresh air when I breathe in
Switch it up
You don't really need a reason
Might move to the mountains out in
Utah for the fuck of it
Log cabin with a gate
I'ma only let my bruddas in
Can't see a soul for a hundred miles
No service in the sticks
Gotta hit you back another time
Why settle down? See no end in sight
Scenery change see the Dipper in the dead of night
Still with the gang, riding till we see the engine light
Still with the gang, still want the same things baby
Still want the same things
Written by: Olliver Scott Joseph