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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lip Critic
Lip Critic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bret Kaser
Bret Kaser
Songwriter
Connor Kleitz
Connor Kleitz
Composer
Danny Eberle
Danny Eberle
Composer
Michael Sandvig
Michael Sandvig
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lip Critic
Lip Critic
Producer
Bret Kaser
Bret Kaser
Mixing Engineer
Heba Kadry
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh man like oh man
And you could have the whole world in your hands
Oh man like oh man
And is it really more that or lesser than
Press it underneath the glass focus up the lens
Shake my tail in the box well that you know I’m in
And if I’m living in the tines with a resonance
Or I’m floating in the woods for the hell of it
I want
To fall in love with
With this life
Oh but it’s not enough
And I’ve been
So un-fun
Sold my bike
Bank the funds
Called you on the phone that night you couldn’t recognize my voice
Night folds up in the sky and the wrath snuffs out of my joints
Pull back
send me back to heaven with a god slap
I need something bigger headless feeling leave the roots tapped
Playing table tennis with my spirit body in the cloud maps
Bones out bouncing off the trees and the snow caps
Flying
Weightless
Like the sun and the moon
But it's my forte
To not feel ageless
Oh it's so hard
To say this
And I know its just that thing I can’t admit to myself
I got an appetite that grows until I eat the pants off the belt
And why do you wanna ask me you already know it so well
It's not the fans keeping you up when you’re trying to sleep at the hotel
But the fear
You don’t get to go back
At the end
Of this lap
I want
To fall in love with
With this life
Oh but it’s not enough
And I’ve been
Oh so un-fun
Sold my bike
And bank the funds
Written by: Bret Kaser, Connor Kleitz, Danny Eberle, Michael Sandvig
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