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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
hard life
hard life
Performer
Taka Perry
Taka Perry
Keyboards
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taka Perry
Taka Perry
Composer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taka Perry
Taka Perry
Producer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Recording Engineer
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Mark Gittins
Mark Gittins
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I can’t feel a thing from these vitamins and these supplements
Can’t get myself out of bed, I blame the government
I left my fortune outside, I don’t know where it went
I left myself at the door, yeah I’ll be back in ten
I’m like a robot- a broken science experiment
I need to freshen me up - peppermint
It’s symbiotic and mutual; we feel it together
Together
‘Cause you’ve been putting too much time into your day shift
Take the weight off of your Asics
I don’t want to fuck, I want to talk shit, I’m exhausted, bored stiff
‘Cause I’ve been working on myself and on my fitness
Take the weight off of my bench press
Lately I’ve been thinking we should talk less, I’m exhausted
And you’ve all eight hands and they’re wrapping my throat
Deep sea dive, I don’t mind if I choke
Six feet down, do your worst, I’m all for it
And we’re intertwined, got me in a choke hold
Squeeze me tight ’til my blood runs cold
Six feet down, do your worst, I’m all for it
If it’s make-shift and it’s basic, maybe it’s time for a change?
Don’t need a Rolex to know, time; it runs away
Don’t need a seismograph to try and catch a wave
So close your weather app, get out and seize the day
You need first-aid, I’m your nurse babe
Stitch you up with some Lucozade
Bandage up that head space
CPR on your sleepy ass
Do you mind if I unpack my bags, take my tools out and operate?
Drain your heart and ill cut your veins - this, my kind of holiday
‘Cause you’ve been putting too much time into your day shift
Take the weight off of your Asics
I don’t want to fuck, I want to talk shit, I’m exhausted, bored stiff
‘Cause I’ve been working on myself and on my fitness
Take the weight off of my bench press
Lately I’ve been thinking we should talk less, I’m exhausted
And you’ve all eight hands and they’re wrapping my throat
Deep sea dive, I don’t mind if I choke
Six feet down, do your worst, I’m all for it
And we’re intertwined, got me in a choke hold
Squeeze me tight ’til my blood runs cold
Six feet down, do your worst, I’m all for it
Written by: Murray Matravers, Taka Perry
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