Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropidelic
Tropidelic
Performer
Will Horner
Will Horner
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Roads
Matthew Roads
Songwriter
Chris Dicola
Chris Dicola
Songwriter
Rex Larkman
Rex Larkman
Songwriter
James Begin
James Begin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Kalb
Danny Kalb
Mastering Engineer
Brad Puette
Brad Puette
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Strange hearts Lalalalalala Strange hearts Lalalalalala Strange hearts Lalalalalala Strange hearts Lalalalalala I ran with every single thing that I was handed Always on the go so don't holler I'm in transit Can't connect I suggest ya get more bandwidth I'm only gettin' better I know that you can't stand it My opposition prepare for the last stand I swear it's your last chance Bow out it's the last act This may be the last dance But I am a class act We can leave it up for discussion and you can pass that So come on backstroke in the tide I swear it's stranger than fiction come along for the ride I'm conscious of my condition but continue to thrive I put everything aside to do what's best for the hive I got a heart of a warrior my cup runneth over, I'm from a City that's boarded up broke out my enclosure, now I'm the Dopest composer hanging off of your shoulder so here's a Flash of euphoria before it's all over Strange hearts Lalalalalala Strange hearts Lalalalalala Now could you give me that piggyback maybe even a hoist I got so used to hearing no it never left me a choice I had to build my own bridge, flip my own switch, it was slow gets But I didn't throw fits I just owned it Head down Kept it pushing through the static with my Chest out Even though I had to take an indirect route I'm on my own cloud and there's no doubt So I'm leaving certain people on unread now Peddling through impediments, I stayed ahead of it It's treacherous surrounded by degenerates My evidence of eminence was present at the genesis It must have been the deficit that led me to this precipice Ooo that boy got a bone to pick 'Cuz on December 26 it gets cold as shit Got a lot of bad habits I'm too old to quit But I can paint a perfect picture that you won't forget Lalalalalala Lalalalalala Lalalalalala Strange hearts Lalalalalala Strange hearts
Writer(s): Chris Dicola, James Begin, Matthew Roads, Rex Larkman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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