Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NOAHFINNCE
NOAHFINNCE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Adams
Noah Adams
Composer
Stefan Abingdon
Stefan Abingdon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Mitchener
Thomas Mitchener
Producer
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't know why I Think I'm the bad guy I don't why I'm stoned I don't why I Choose the believe I'm Panicking on my own Lately it feels like You're having a bad time I don't mind if you moan Tell me your secrets And then I'll tell you mine I promise I won't call home I promise I won't call home Scream, you're such a beautiful thing We're sick to death of all this talk of dancing Scream, our friends have nothing to hide We're petrified let's try our luck at chancing We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We don't need their blessing So fuck their acceptance Looking down from their throne Made quite the impression Not seeking affection At least we'll grow a backbone Scream, you're such a beautiful thing We're sick to death of all this talk of dancing Scream, our friends have nothing to hide We're petrified let's try our luck at chancing We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos I don't know why I Think I'm the bad guy I don't why I'm stoned The vision in my mind Of having a bad time Is better when we're alone Scream, you're such a beautiful thing We're sick to death of all this talk of dancing Scream, our friends have nothing to hide We're petrified let's try our luck at chancing We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos We could be weirdos, weirdos, weirdos
Writer(s): Stefan Abingdon, Noah Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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