Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
High On Chai
High On Chai
Performer
Cheyenne Howell
Cheyenne Howell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cheyenne Howell
Cheyenne Howell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cheyenne Howell
Cheyenne Howell
Mastering Engineer
Stijn Donders
Stijn Donders
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Driving hundred miles, I'm in the passenger seat
Not sure if I will make it, take it personally
And I try to make it out, try to make it out alive
Piercing both my ears with his high-pitched scream
He's crying like a baby ‘cause he knows he can't win
‘Cause I'm not his property
No, I'm not his property this time.
It's the weary eyes, compulsive lies
A race against the sun, he spreads like bacteria
Where is the cure to get him out of...
I've tried it fifty ways, but he still sleeps on my pillowcase
There ain't no way to get him out of...
In the corners of my mind, he's creeping up inside
Every thought and every ego—I got nowhere to hide
Well, we're both trapped in my head
Both trapped in my head, oh my
When I'm on my own, I'm not really alone
He's a haunting melody that turns the radio on
Crash your car into a tree
Crash your car into a tree and die
It's the weary eyes, compulsive lies
A race against the sun, he spreads like bacteria
Where is the cure to get him out of...
I've tried it fifty ways, but he still sleeps on my pillowcase
There ain't no way to get him out of...
out of my head
out of my head
out of my head
out of my head
A race against the sun, he spreads like bacteria
Where is the cure to get him out of...
I've tried it fifty ways, but he still sleeps on my pillowcase
There ain't no way to get him out of...
Written by: Cheyenne Howell
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