More songs by Tate McRae
Description
Producer, Lyricist, Synth Bass, Guitar, Programmer, Engineer, Composer, Synthesizer, Vocal Producer: Grant Boutin
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Tate McRae
Composer, Guitar, Lyricist: Amy Allen
Mastering Engineer: Dave Kutch
Executive Producer: Ryan Tedder
A& R Director: Chloe Weise Donovan
A& R Director: Jaryn Valdry
A& R Director: Jake Ottmann
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Anthony Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Trey Station
Lyrics and translation
Original
Daddy went to law school and
Could've been an architect
Now he's turning 60 and
Wonders where the big dream went
Tucker never said a lot
Two eyes down, a little luck
Took it to the Ivies and
Never really knew for what
And I, I bite my tongue ten times a day
Half swear to God, I might just pray
And I got a lot to lose
So I might as well lose it anyway
And I, I manifested you would leave
So the day you did, I had you beat
Three steps ahead of everything
Lately, I wake up feeling like
"Oh, where does the time go?"
You never really know
'Til you're standing in the bathroom mirror, like
"No, shit, we got so close"
Hit me fast and slow
Funny thing about nostalgia
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (ooh)
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (ooh)
My ma wasn't raised right, oh, no
All she ever knew was guilt
Little did she know that's all her
Kids would ever grow to feel
And every choice leads back to that trait
Every time that I drink, and heart that I break
It's a truckload of regret and stupid mistakes
And, man, lately I wake up feeling like
"Oh, where does the time go?"
You never really know
'Til you're standing in the bathroom mirror, like
"No, shit, we got so close"
Hit me fast and slow
Funny thing about nostalgia
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (when I lost ya, ooh)
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (when I lost ya, ooh, no)
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (ooh)
Didn't show up 'til I lost ya (ooh)
And now, I bite my tongue ten times a day
Half swear to god, I might just pray
And I got a lot to lose
So I might as well lose it anyway
And I, I manifested you would leave
So the day you did, I had you beat
Three steps ahead of everything