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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ROLE MODEL
ROLE MODEL
Vocals
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Organ
Genevieve Stokes
Genevieve Stokes
Background Vocals
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tucker Pillsbury
Tucker Pillsbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Producer
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Mixing Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, he's a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication She's a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation He's a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation She's a Friday night He's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication She's a peace sign, teatime drinker on occasion He's an East Coast, jeans rolled, no communication She's a welcome sign But I believe they're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Yеah, I believe thеy're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Mm-hmm He's a Ford truck, door shut, runs from conversation She's an open ear, souvenir, reads the situation He's a no thought, record shop, slutty on occasion She's a night in Rome He's a piece of work, dirty shirt, needs evaluation She's a pinkies up, pixie cut with plenty of motivation He's a whiskey-drinking, barely thinking, got no destination She's the plane ride home And I believe they're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Yeah, I believe they're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Yes, ma'am Oh, I believe they're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Yes, it's clear to me, they're meant to be Something, somehow, someday Something, somehow, someday Something, somehow, someday
Writer(s): Noah Conrad, Tucker Pillsbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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