Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DYLYN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gwendolyn Edith Lee Lewis
Composer
Ryan Lee Guldemond
Composer
Parker Bossley
Composer
Max Frazer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Frazer
Producer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
They say a stiff upper lip
Is the ticket to greatness
Paint your face with some make-up and fake it
But
I look for the light in the darkest of places
I'll make it but fuck
There's some days I can't take it
Kill all the lights
The world is overrated anyway
And I am done, I'm so done
I'm like a wrist along a blade
Kill all the lights
The world is overrated anyway
And I am done, I'm so done
I'm like a wrist along a blade
I need the right kind of Jesus
A divine mother priestess
Wanna flush out the demons
And beat this but
I look for the light in the darkest of places
I'll make it but fuck
There's some days I can't take it
Kill all the lights
The world is overrated anyway
And I am done, I'm so done
I'm like a wrist along a blade
Kill all the lights
The world is overrated anyway
And I am done, I'm so done
I'm like a wrist along a blade
Don't tell me
I feel too much
Don't tell me
You already said it enough
Don't tell me
I feel too much
Don't tell me
You already said it enough
I hate the way I get sometimes
But stars need black for glory
Don't tell me
I feel too much
Don't tell me
You already said it enough
Don't tell me
I feel too much
Don't tell me
You already said it enough
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