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Lovesick (feat. T.R.A.N.E. Spitta)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan Braswell
Jordan Braswell
Trumpet
Gareth Mason
Gareth Mason
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Braswell
Jordan Braswell
Songwriter
Ethan DaSilva
Ethan DaSilva
Songwriter
Lukas Bartke
Lukas Bartke
Songwriter
Gareth Mason
Gareth Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Slight Breeze
A Slight Breeze
Producer
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Know what you're missing when you got it, but I got it I feel the progress when we vibin', Batman and Robin I'm realizing that our mind is needing realigning Some say the signs are slightly off the mark But our late-night talks and strolls up in the park Got me feeling like an addict and I'm at it again And my imagination is probably gonna win How did our relations turn into infections? intersections turn into insect-things? Girl you buggin' Because you know I'm thuggin' I'm searching for your lovin' but I'm holding onto nothing Is that a bad thing? I think I need a vaccine I, I can't stop your disease from spreading to me I'm drinking alcohol and lean to wash myself clean I hear you talking in my head, and I wake up drenched in sweat So put my dying heart at ease, and float it out to sea Know what you're missing when you got it, but I got it It's getting crowded in this nightclub scene And if I'm honest then it's quite obscene I might just walk in clean and walk out Feeling like Oscar the Grouch Smokin' half an ounce on the VIP couch Cool as a fan, so the bouncer never bounce on us I hate math, but they count on us But I just want you What's the point? Like I don't have direction People propose profound pitiful perspectives Your love is selective, and I know I'm infected But you neglect it, and don't respect it Hey, Doc, I think I need to get a check, man I(Just let it happen tomorrow), I can't stop your disease from spreading to me (Won't wake up till the sun goes down) I'm drinking alcohol and lean to wash myself clean (I wanted to give you everything) I hear you talking in my head, and I wake up drenched in sweat (but you stole it away, so I decay) So put my dying heart at ease, and please, float it out to sea
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