Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Henry
Songwriter
Robert Reed Maxey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Reed Maxey
Producer
Johan Carpenter
Producer
Lyrics
I sold my soul in California
No one can gossip quite the way that you do
Oh the irony that you can't see
The man that you made me
I know I disappointed you
But what am I supposed to do
If I was just like you
I'd be the most judgmental person in any room
If I was just like you
I'd tell my son do as I say, not as I do
Oh, thank God that I'm not
Playing by your fake rules
I'd be a goddamn fool
If I was just like
If I was just like
If I was just like you
I got tattooed in New York City
You always warned me 'bout those big city lights
The hypocrisy, the weight on me, is who you failed to be
I know I disappointed you
But what am I supposed to do
If I was just like you
I'd be the most judgmental person in any room
If I was just like you
I'd tell my son do as I say, not as I do
Oh, thank God that I'm not
Playing by your fake rules
I'd be a goddamn fool
If I was just like
If I was just like
If I was just like you
I'd be the most judgmental person in any room
If I was just like you
I'd tell my son do as I say, not as I do
Oh, thank God that I'm not
Playing by your fake rules
I'd be a goddamn fool
If I was just like
If I was just like
If I was just like you
Oh, if I was just like you
Oh, if I was just like you
If I was just like
If I was just like you
I got tattooed in New York City
You always warned me 'bout those big city lights
Writer(s): Jared Henry
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