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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Andrew Wells
Guitar
Jonathan Mess
Screams
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Tim Feerick
Bass
Will Swan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Will Swan
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Can't defend your code, nothing lasts forever
Sneaky undertones give way to adventure
Don't tell me what to believe
No, don't tell me when to be free
Hatch another tale for you to sell
Story's getting stale, we know the smell
You like 'em in submission
But all you give is ammunition
You underrate their intuition
They won't ask for your permission
Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue?
Finer palate, how's your dad's estate? Are you looking for love?
Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done
Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution
Long nights in jail
I think I met the one, he posted my bail
Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled
11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution
Get up out my house, I know you're both lying
You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying
I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying
Get up out my house, bitch, I ain't Bryan
Don't tell me what to believe
No, don't tell me when to be free
Save it for the sheep already tamed
I answer to me, unashamed
You like 'em in submission
But all you give is ammunition
You underrate their intuition
They won't ask for your permission
Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue?
Finer palate, how's your dad's estate? Are you looking for love?
Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done
Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution
Long nights in jail
I think I met the one, he posted my bail
Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled
11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution
Get up out my house, I know you're both lying
You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying
I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying
Get up out my house, bitch, I ain't Bryan
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson
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