Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shane Richardson
Vocals
Isaac Wisdom
Trombone
Zach Mondlick
Drums
Arnau Torné
Bass
Sam Kelly
Saxophone
Aliyah Danielle
French Horn
Guillermo Valero
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Richardson
Songwriter
Oran Hurley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oran Hurley
Producer
Giovanni Lando
Recording Engineer
Niamh O'Sullivan
Recording Engineer
John Catlin
Mixing Engineer
Fergal Davis
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Trickle down a window pane
Let the rain do the playing
We don't want no silly games, it's Saturday night
And I've been vetted in this shit, alright
Taken tokes of youth twice
Like how many times? Too many times
Tongue taste what it shouldn't
If I'm really being blunt
Might just fuck you 'cause I could, doesn't mean that I should
Where's the line between good and evil?
I try to draw it every time, but just divide my people
Fuck
Splinters line my oldest memories
There's a smoke screen that's been fogging up the dreams
Got a team I like to talk about, but we don't really talk about it
Say we'll take that leap of faith, but then we just go walk around it
Minds full of ideas that I hope you get to meet
Before I'm rolling in a seal-proof
Purple velvet deep root, six feet under
Heart felt I needed you, and you weren't there
Oh, what could've? (Yeah)
Old habits don't die quick
Waking up late, rub the sleep from my eyelids
Roll another butt, thumbs up, still smiling
Sipping on this coffee under cover, I'm hiding
Old habits don't die quick
Waking up late, rub the sleep from my eyelids
Roll another butt, thumbs up, still smiling
Sipping on this coffee under cover, I'm hiding
Penny for your thoughts? I'mma wish you well
Not one for the wishy washy, but you could already tell
Set sail, let's sell a soul for a good price
Fuck a curious mind, I might take a whole bite (yah)
Try my hand at anything
Fat rails to nicotine
Cheap thrills to quick dreams
Illuminate a false scene for the eyes that never truly see
Piling on the pressure like a pyramid scheme, you see
Keep your hands where I can see 'em
Read your rights to keep you breathing
That's the only real teaching, and the only real learning
That's the deep that keeps you burning
And the harshest worst hurtings
Keep a dreamer really yearning
Tossing turning tryna hurry through the Lord's prayer
I never go there, wonder am I too scared
Do I fear the right path or the devil's red wrath?
God's looking like the answer while he's smoking on our ashes
Old habits don't die quick
Waking up late, rub the sleep from my eyelids
Roll another butt, thumbs up, still smiling
Sipping on this coffee under cover, I'm hiding
Old habits don't die quick
Waking up late, rub the sleep from my eyelids
Roll another butt, thumbs up, still smiling
Sipping on this coffee under cover, I'm hiding (yeah)
Pitter patter, ponder on a fonder day
Warm laughter and a milky earl grey
Best blend, close friends
Lost them through sorrys we forgot to send
Could make amends if I could bother my arse
Better off just not chasing a fake fragrance
It's nonsense
Empty compliments go hand in hand with lost cents
And you're just better off without them
Change the subject, draw the line
Cross the T's and dot I's
Still the dimples line the cheeks round her smile
I'd be lying if I didn't think from time to time
We could make it work
Have our just deserts, take the cake too
Make the blues and greys turn the nights and the days to the same hue
But fuck it, must confess
Still no clue, but still none less
Much the same but different
Writer(s): Shane Richardson
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