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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moody Joody
Moody Joody
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Pacheco
Andrew Pacheco
Composer
Scott Harris
Scott Harris
Composer
Kayla Hall
Kayla Hall
Composer
Kaitie Forbes
Kaitie Forbes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Pacheco
Andrew Pacheco
Producer
Scott Harris
Scott Harris
Additional Producer
Kyle Dreaden
Kyle Dreaden
Mixing Engineer
Raelynn Janicke
Raelynn Janicke
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Working for the man, I don't understand
Who I really am, what is it all for?
Sound the alarm, throw my phone at the wall
Get a little high in the bathroom stall
Drowning in all this commotion
I'm stuck going through the motions
Wipe away my digital tears
I've been doing this for years, how did I get here?
Ground control, I need an SOS
Everything around me is a modern mess
At a table for one and I'm a space cadet
Got nothing left, it's true
Ground control I need a rocket ship
Take me off this Earth, somewhere off the grid
Out of oxygen, have nothing left
Can someone send me to (send me to) the moon?
(Send me to the moon)
Send me to the moon (send me to the moon)
20 minutes late, in a bad mental state
Can I take another break? I'm probably gonna quit
Get home and shower, sit on the floor for an hour
Try to meditate, but the voice's get louder
Drowning in all this commotion
I'm stuck going through the motions
Wipe away my digital tears
I've been doing this for years, how did I get here?
Ground control, I need an SOS
Everything around me is a modern mess
At a table for one and I'm a space cadet
Got nothing left, it's true
Ground control I need a rocket ship
Take me off this Earth, somewhere off the grid
Out of oxygen, have nothing left
Can someone send me to (send me to) the moon?
(Send me to the moon)
Send me to the moon (send me to the moon)
I keep floating
To the great wide open
I keep floating
To the great wide open
Ground control, I need an SOS
Everything around me is a modern mess
At a table for one and I'm a space cadet
Got nothing left, it's true
Ground control I need a rocket ship
Take me off this Earth, somewhere off the grid
Out of oxygen, got nothing left
Can someone send me to (send me to) the moon?
Written by: Andrew Pacheco, Kaitie Forbes, Kayla Hall, Scott Harris
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