Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oren Pine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oren Pine
Producer
Kelsy Kemper
Engineer
Clay Burton
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Who are we all?
As I sit on the lawn
My followers pass as I say, "all be gone"
The people just laugh as I'm in line I'm shunned
The number one theft is you pick up a gun
A double left hook and nothing but run
I could've traced back all the steps you have won
Jump in the mouth now opened and stunned
If I'm not popular when I'm alive I'll be popular when I'm gone
You're going to take credit for everybody's work
'Cause you know the right people and you wear the right shirt
I'm going to stay here right here on the outside
Watching everybody explode on the inside
I think the time is running out
The vortex might swallow me and cause me to betray myself
Yeah you won't make me feel down that's how I felt
I can do that on my own don't need your help
'Cause I spent so much time beating myself cheating myself
And contemplating all the ways that I could turn down the wealth
I didn't realize it wasn't up to anyone else
But now I do so I can put all those thoughts on the shelf
Freaky options will arise
When you derive them from your mind
You'd be surprised
I will not merely abide
To the terms how they apply are not aligned
With my style - yle
I'm not sterile
Music is my destiny
Done working on your style
That shit's sterile
You can't get the best of me
And my style - yle
I'm not sterile
Music is my destiny
Done working on your style
That shit's sterile
You can't get the best of me
And my style - yle
I'm not sterile
Music is my destiny
Done working on your style
That shit's sterile
You can't get the best of me
Best of me
I don't need the fame I just want to be supported
In the super lane lane lane lane
I don't need the fame I just want to be supported
In the super lane
Take advantage yeah don't like it like that
I'm done with that
Yes in fact guess I fight back no turning back
It's a trap I'm on the attack
Well that's a wrap
Looks attractive to react
Reverse the path
When your act's all disrespect
That's all you'll get
Watch it crash burn in a wreck
That's why I left
There's no cash for my respect
No hollow text
Look at crimes that we commit
Not keeping check
Yeah and there's more than one way
That this can really set me off
Sometimes I try to hide who I am
And then I'm caught
What is there more to say
When you don't feel like you can talk?
I'll just ride home today my bike pedaling all my thoughts
As I sit on the lawn
My followers pass as I say, "all be gone"
The people just laugh as I'm in line I'm shunned
The number one theft is you pick up a gun
A double left hook and nothing but run
I could've traced back all the steps you have won
Jump in the mouth now opened and stunned
If I'm not popular when I'm alive I'll be popular when I'm gone
Writer(s): Oren Pine
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