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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Oakes
Ryan Oakes
Vocals
Rj Pasin
Rj Pasin
Other Instrument
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Other Instrument
Ben Mironer
Ben Mironer
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Oakes
Ryan Oakes
Songwriter
Rj Pasin
Rj Pasin
Songwriter
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Songwriter
Ben Mironer
Ben Mironer
Songwriter
Chase Stockman
Chase Stockman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rj Pasin
Rj Pasin
Producer
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Producer
Ben Mironer
Ben Mironer
Producer

Lyrics

Guys, all jokes aside, this song is trash
Did it all my way, never weekend, I never saw Friday, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo
Did-did-did it all my way, never weekend, I never saw Friday (Yeah, yeah)
Let 'em dehydrate, try to walk in my shoes, and on my pace (Yeah, yeah)
Everything lightweight when a competition runnin' ice skates
Hittin' the clock tickin' whenever my face
I'm rippin' they heart out to put it in the right place
Tick-tock, big shot, hold up, bitch, wait a minute
Bitch, I'm pissed off, all this shit just a gimmick
Rip my skin off, throw it on, hide the stitches
Kiss my wristwatch, just so you can say you did it
I ain't no popstar, can't turn me to a puppet
I'll take it too far, and all the ladies love it
Back of the cop car, you ain't gon' catch me runnin'
Lights on when I come through, from the pen to the green room
I ain't no popstar, can't turn me to a puppet
I'll take it too far, and all the ladies love it
Back of the cop car, you ain't gon' catch me runnin'
Lights on when I come through, from the pen to the green room
Yeah, never been the one from the mainstream love
'Cause I watched y'all move, and it's fake as fuck
I got a crib, and a shoe, and a whip, and a chick
And I been through shit, but I never had to change up (Up)
Independent, I know what I gotta do to get it, killin' it
And they leavin' all the evidence (Yeah, yeah)
I can run it with the rap and metal shit
Anything I wanna do, I'm never settlin' (Yeah, yeah)
No designer clothes in my closet (Nah)
My style is: "Mind your own business"
You don't like the way that I dress?
Then close your eyes, bitch, you're supposed to just listen (Listen)
Middle fingers up, I don't care if I offend
I been doin' everything on my own (On my own)
You got a label with a boss and advance
But I got what you don't have (What?) control
Tick-tock, big shot, hold up, bitch, wait a minute
Bitch, I'm pissed off, all this shit just a gimmick
Rip my skin off, throw it on, hide the stitches
Kiss my wristwatch, just so you can say you did it
I ain't no popstar, can't turn me to a puppet
I'll take it too far (Far), and all the ladies love it
Back of the cop car, you ain't gon' catch me runnin'
Lights on when I come through, from the pen to the green room
I ain't no popstar, can't turn me to a puppet
I'll take it too far, and all the ladies love it
Back of the cop car, you ain't gon' catch me runnin'
Lights on when I come through, from the pen to the green room
Written by: Ben Mironer, Chase Stockman, Rj Pasin, Ryan Oakes, Zach Jones
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