Top Songs By Rare Americans
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Chiccarelli
Producer
Lyrics
Mama don't want me five years old
Mama don't want him five years old
And I was the one who offered him a home
I didn't know then
I didn't know at all
I didn't have a son after all
I had a hand biting sinner at our family dinner
He tricked me out of my precious family home
You won it all boy
You got a street named after you
You blew your brains out
Never said a single word that was true
You won the lotto kid, you had it all
Swear you won the lotto, you had it all
You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
You tiny little man I've drawn the line down in the sand
You with your crossed fingers
Swear to God and shake my hand
The world is mostly good, people hope and pray
Sometimes it just takes a while for it to look that way
Pay me back, pay me back
Pay me back, you can't
Pay me back, pay me back
Pay me back, you can't
You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground
Writer(s): James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jared Priestner
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