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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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grandson
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boon Eason
Boon Eason
Songwriter
Jordan Benjamin
Jordan Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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grandson
Producer
Boon Eason
Boon Eason
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Do I exist, if I don't exist on the internet? How can I relax? The end is imminent 12 shots fired on a man that's innocent Growin' up ain't like how I pictured it The guinea pig generation for social media Stimulation, I can't even hold conversation We got ADHD and anxiety If you get too high, come hang glide with me Every day, the headline seems worse, we're goin' down I just hope that we land feet first, uh I can feel winter setting in after the fall I'm not sure that anything matters at all This the eulogy For you and me Might be my only opportunity, yeah If you wake up, and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along To the eulogy I contemplated suicide in that Days Inn I can't promise I won't think it again Little grandson spoke out of his playpen If you want it all, why you halfway in? Rest in peace, to my positivity, all it's given me is false hope I thought bitterly, shots hittin' me, it's all fake Made it to the lion's den and found out, it's all snakes Everybody want a hot take Well, here's one, I hear that shit I think about death, I don't fear that shit I'm Cinderella right after the ball I'm not sure that anything matters at all This the eulogy For you and me Might be my only opportunity, yeah If you wake up, and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along To the eulogy For you and me Might be my only opportunity, yeah If you wake up, and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along To the eulogy
Writer(s): Jordan Benjamin, Edison Boon Eason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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