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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bea and her Business
Bea and her Business
Vocals
Jonny Lattimer
Jonny Lattimer
Guitar
Ed Carlile
Ed Carlile
Percussion
Eg White
Eg White
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bea Wheeler
Bea Wheeler
Songwriter
Francis White
Francis White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Haydon Hicks
Charles Haydon Hicks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luke Burgoyne
Luke Burgoyne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Alex Gordon
Alex Gordon
Mastering Engineer
Eg White
Eg White
Producer
King Ed
King Ed
Producer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm I'm terrified of romance My friends all fall in love so easily I'm terrified of no plans 'Cause usually I'm kinda OCD I'm terrified of Jesus Always wondered if he's looking down on me I'm terrified of myself And the loser that I might turn out to be Party's over and everybody's leaving Backwash in the drinks I'm getting left behind Wearing dirty clothes and oversleeping When am I gonna do something with my life? Everyone's got a thing, oh God, where's mine? Take, take a little bit of weight from off my sunburn shoulders Mate, I'm not ready for the shit that comes with getting older There's no graduation, there's no fancy piece of paper To tell my mum and dad, I did it Hold the world back for a minute Another year, I'm sure I'll kill it (Mmm, mmm) Just give me time (mmm, mmm) I wanna be a drummer, but I don't want to carry 'round the kit I wanna be a mother, but what if I'm a real bad influence? I wanna be a good guy, but then I'd have to pack away the bitch I wanna be left field, but people only dance when you play the hits Party's over and everybody's leaving Backwash in the drinks I'm getting left behind Wearing dirty clothes and oversleeping When am I gonna do something with my life? Where's the guardian angel when I need him on my side? Take, take a little bit of weight from off my sunburn shoulders Mate, I'm not ready for the shit that comes with getting older There's no graduation, there's no fancy piece of paper To tell my mum and dad, I did it Hold the world back for a minute Another year, I'm sure I'll kill it (Mmm, mmm) Just give me time (mmm, mmm) A little time Just give me time Give me one more year, I'm sure I'll kill it
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Jonathan James Lattimer, Bea Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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