Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
My Kid Brother
Performer
Christian Neonakis
Guitar
Piano Whitman
Synthesiser
Dylan Savopoulos
Guitar
Richard Smith
Guitar
Sam Athanas
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Neonakis
Composer
Piano Whitman
Composer
Dylan Savopoulos
Composer
Richard Smith
Composer
Sam Athanas
Composer
Jamie Schefman
Composer
Noah Gersh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PARTYBABY
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Caught you lookin' past my shoulder
Gonna tell you in my native tongue
But if the wrist does a twist
Then you'll know that the wicked eat their young
People scratchin' just to taste it
Like they don't know right from wrong
But this place has a taste
And the flavors line the barrel of a gun
Standin' in the sun-soaked streets
In the land of perfect teeth
Hate to say I told you so
With such sincerity
Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue
You're so desperate to impress us
Raise your finger, take a call
Felt so hip in your kicks
Couldn't wait to let me know how much they cost
Talk like you're so far above it
Guess that I should bite my tongue
To be fair we don't share much at all
Except the air inside our lungs
Standin' in the sun-soaked streets
In the land of perfect teeth
Hate to say I told you so
With such sincerity
Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue
Writer(s): Richard Smith, Gersh Noah Sanford Mays, Schefman Jamie Reed, Christian Neonakis, Savolpoulos Dylan, Piano Whitman, Sam Athanas
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