Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Baird
Songwriter
Lyrics
Like an escape room, all these walls start to close in
Circle getting smaller everyday, another friend
Leaves me for their own life, everything comes to an end
But my love for this shit has only just began
I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental
I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental
My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple
I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental
I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental
My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple
This fame I really got to chase it
Until I make it, my heart and soul are so vacant
There's no escaping, man I can't even just take it
You see my faces, everyday gets harder So I will use the next day to just replace it
I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental
I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental
My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple
Writer(s): Hunter Baird
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