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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elijah Matthew Rimell-Jones
Elijah Matthew Rimell-Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Matthew Rimell-Jones
Elijah Matthew Rimell-Jones
Songwriter
Taylor Garnier
Taylor Garnier
Songwriter
Moritz Leppers
Moritz Leppers
Songwriter
Max Akres
Max Akres
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moritz Leppers
Moritz Leppers
Producer
Max Akres
Max Akres
Producer
Jamie Kuse
Jamie Kuse
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't a god, I'm immortal
No testaments in my journal
Been depleting my bottles
Full grip on the throttle
Shotgun, she a model
[Verse 2]
Ain't a god, I'm immortal
Never wanted nothin' normal
No testaments in my journal
Just half truths and some burn holes
Been depleting my bottles
Full grip on the throttle
Shotgun, she a model
I sip fast and I talk slow
It ain't enough and I want more
Broke the edges on my floorboards
Think about when I was dirt poor
Money feelin' like it's worth more
Hard to find me, I know that
Fuck the past no throwbacks
Need all the money, need more cash
You ain't never gonna see me hold back
Fuck your feedback
Still in the same place you started
That's where you should leave that
I live inside of these pages I swear that I bleed black
Rising from nothin' we lackin' discussion, I need that
I believe that
You can grow
On your own
Combat the lows
Everyone told me that I would be dead on the road, yeah
Runnin' from code on the coast
Hit 230 and the whip go ghost
Kicks too dirty when the wind get cold
Sip too dirty and the kid get bold
[Verse 3]
Ain't a god, I'm immortal
Never wanted nothin' normal
No testaments in my journal
Just half truths and some burn holes
Been depleting my bottles
Full grip on the throttle
Shotgun, she a model
I sip fast and I talk slow
It ain't enough and I want more
Broke the edges on my floorboards
Think about when I was dirt poor
Money feelin' like it's worth more
Hard to find me, I know that
Fuck the past no throwbacks
Need all the money, need more cash
You ain't never gonna see me hold back
You can grow
On your own
Combat the lows
Everyone told me that I would be dead on the road, yeah
Runnin' from code on the coast
Hit 230 and the whip go ghost
Kicks too dirty when the wind get cold
Sip too dirty and the kid get bold
[Verse 4]
Ain't a god, I'm immortal
Testaments in my journal
Written by: Elijah Matthew Rimell-Jones, Max Akres, Moritz Leppers, Taylor Garnier
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