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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ill Niño
Ill Niño
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Machado
Cristian Machado
Composer
Marc Rizzo
Marc Rizzo
Composer
Dave Chavarri
Dave Chavarri
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ill Niño
Ill Niño
Co-Producer
Dave Chavarri
Dave Chavarri
Producer
Eddie Wohl
Eddie Wohl
Mixing Engineer
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Mixing Engineer
Steve Regina
Steve Regina
Mixing Engineer
Matt James
Matt James
Additional Producer
Ron Saint Germain
Ron Saint Germain
Producer
Saint Chavarri
Saint Chavarri
Producer
Tim Caggiano
Tim Caggiano
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(I hate you)
(I hate you)
(Shut up!)
(Shut up!)
You think that I'm the one to blame
Everything I lose is just a piece of what there is to gain
You think it's cool and all is fine
Now is the day when you pay, this is my time
I feel for you nothing but pain
I am what you will be, you are dying in me
I love you, I hate you, I miss you
You're always thinking you're so perfect
Those thoughts drove me away from home
But if you put me through your tests
Then I will fade
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
(Shut up!)
Comes around
(Shut up!)
Comes around
Comes around
(Shut up!)
Your stupid face just makes me sick
I see you changing every day
To fit into the newest clique
I know you, but everything you do
Is just a part of you, you'll never see the truth
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you think you're real
You one voice it destroys
My one choice
You're always thinking you're so perfect
Those thoughts drove me away from home
But if you put me through these tests
Then I will fade
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
Tu vida es mía
Your fear is living here in me
Es que no entiendo cómo en la vida puedes hacer
La paz entre nosotros cómo no vas a decir
Y la gratitud que tú nunca la vas a ver
Has now turned to hate
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is open
Everything that is real
Comes around
Comes around
Comes around
(Shut up!)
Written by: Cristian Machado, Dave Chavarri, Marc Rizzo
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