Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas P Koslowske
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas P Koslowske
Producer
Garrett Hunter
Engineer
Lyrics
Make a lil' ruckus
Before I go
There ain't no rockets
There ain't no gold
Drop it low those jeans
Won't ya hold my genes
Been Mr. Lil' Old Fiend
Since I turned fourteen
Two worlds, and I'm caught in dreams
No stairs, just some balance beams
Right here where I wanna be
I breathe some air and its memory
Going all the way
(Kill me softly)
Hold my head up late
(I need it often)
Wake up when I'm calling
(You didn't love me)
Plain clothes locked us up
Perc poppin' when you fall asleep
Hate those odds, but you bet on me
Life move slow when you meditate
They running off amphetamines
Faces
And you fall apart
I get a blank stare
And it's all my fault
She tell me my shit got some legs like centipedes
Going all the way
(Kill me softly)
Hold my head up late
(I need it often)
Wake up when I'm calling
(You didn't love me)
Plain clothes locked us up
Writer(s): Thomas Koslowske
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