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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RAGS AND RICHES
RAGS AND RICHES
Performer
Peyton Alan Whitt
Peyton Alan Whitt
Drums
Tanner Austen Whitt
Tanner Austen Whitt
Vocals
DeMarko Murphy
DeMarko Murphy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peyton Alan Whitt
Peyton Alan Whitt
Songwriter
Tanner Austen Whitt
Tanner Austen Whitt
Songwriter
DeMarko Murphy
DeMarko Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peyton Alan Whitt
Peyton Alan Whitt
Mixing Engineer
Sam Moses
Sam Moses
Mastering Engineer
Austin Gabriel Jones
Austin Gabriel Jones
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Once upon a time in the hush of the night
Was a little black book where the secrets take flight
Everyone you know knows everything you don’t
But they keep their lips tight Outta mind outta sight
Violence in the silence all your alliances vanish in a day
You’re like a Castaway but Wilson passed away
You better keep your mouth shut or there’s hell to pay
These opps, keep opping
And these bod-ies keep droppin
And you’re so scared of gossip
Cuz a whisper might just start a riot
You Always Live Your Life In Private
You Try To Hide It
How Many Lies Have You Buried
In The Same Tomb, It Gets Scary
Just Know That They’ll Come Crawlin’
To The Surface
Cause your time is running, tick tick
It won’t stop until it’s public
I know what you did last summer
Oh no what a bummer
I know what you did last summer
Last summer, last summer
Come closer now, that’s the spirit
You don’t want an audience, who knows who will hear it
You know I know but do they? I doubt it
If you try to shut me up I’ll scream about it
Secrets told between the weak and bold
Could all be leaked or sold to high bidders
Go figure, gold diggers love tea and I have it in cases
You’ve forgotten their names but you remember their faces right?
These opps, keep opping
And these bod-ies keep droppin
And you’re so scared of gossip
Cuz a whisper might just start a riot
You Always Live Your Life In Private
You Try To Hide It
How Many Lies Have You Buried
In The Same Tomb, It Gets Scary
Just Know That They’ll Come Crawlin’
To The Surface
Like your time is running, tick tick
It won’t stop until it’s public
I know what you did last summer
Oh no what a bummer
I know what you did last summer
Last summer, last summer
I know what you did last summer
Oh no what a bummer
I know what you did last summer
Last summer
Cashing in cause we’ve seen receipts
The past repeats until the truth is reached
The future’s bleak, it’s soaked in bleach
It’s finally time to let the pastor preach
For the longest time we’ve been deceived
And you knew the message your scriptures teach
But they’ve been unleashed and they’re baring teeth
This life’s a game and we know you cheat
You Always Live Your Life In Private
You Try To Hide It
How Many Lies Have You Buried
In The Same Tomb, It Gets Scary
Just Know That They’ll Come Crawlin’
To The Surface
Like your time is running, tick tick
It won’t stop until it’s public
Written by: DeMarko Murphy, Peyton Alan Whitt, Tanner Austen Whitt
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