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Florian Picasso
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florian Picasso
Composer
Josh Cumbee
Composer
John Thomas Roach
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Florian Picasso
Producer
Lyrics
I've been taking everything I love for granted
I pick a poison, serve it up and do the damage
I've seen the Hollywood Hills burnin'
Hundred dollar bills to keep warm, the city is so cold
And kick the bucket way before I kick the habit
You see me outta mind
From the passenger side
Driving off the deep end
Swear you kept me breathin'
I don't know why
But nothing is like
The way you remind me
If it's up in flames, or it's down in smoke
I'll be next to you when the curtains close
Like you always say when the highs get low
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Woah-oh, woah-oh
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Woah-oh, woah-oh
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Make it
Make it
(Make it home)
Sleepless nights in silver lake, we danced with demons
Empty words and Lord it gets in search, a meaning
We've seen the Hollywood Hills burnin'
Hundred dollar bills to keep warm, the city is so cold
Everything you think you want, so unforgiving
You see me outta mind
From the passenger side
Driving off the deep end
Swear you kept me breathin'
I don't know why
But nothing is like
The way you remind me
If it's up in flames, or it's down in smoke
I'll be next to you when the curtains close
Like you always say when the highs get low
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Woah-oh, woah-oh
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Woah-oh, woah-oh
If it doesn't kill ya, make it home
Make it
Make it
(Make it home)
Make it home
Writer(s): Joshua Kissiah Cumbee, Florian Ruiz Picasso, J. Roach
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