What Other People Say - Sam Feldt Remix
Thought when I grew up, I would be the same
As the ones who gave me my last name
I would not give in, I would not partake
In the same old drugs everyone else takes
I'm better than that, I'm better than that
I'm livin' my life so I go to Heaven and never come back
But look where I'm at, look where I'm at
I'm livin' the life that I said I wouldn't and wanna go back
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her lovе wasn't far away
But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
'Cause I care morе about what other people say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
I wish I could shelter the boy I knew
From the constant hell I'd put him through
'Cause I'm all grown up and I'm black and blue
I could use some tape, I could use some glue
I'm better than that, I'm better than that
I should be livin' my life so I go to Heaven and never come back
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her love wasn't far away
But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
'Cause I care more about what other people say
I used to not take chances with God's name
But it's been so long since I last prayed
And now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed
'Cause I care more about what other people say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
As the ones who gave me my last name
I would not give in, I would not partake
In the same old drugs everyone else takes
I'm better than that, I'm better than that
I'm livin' my life so I go to Heaven and never come back
But look where I'm at, look where I'm at
I'm livin' the life that I said I wouldn't and wanna go back
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her lovе wasn't far away
But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
'Cause I care morе about what other people say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
I wish I could shelter the boy I knew
From the constant hell I'd put him through
'Cause I'm all grown up and I'm black and blue
I could use some tape, I could use some glue
I'm better than that, I'm better than that
I should be livin' my life so I go to Heaven and never come back
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her love wasn't far away
But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
'Cause I care more about what other people say
I used to not take chances with God's name
But it's been so long since I last prayed
And now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed
'Cause I care more about what other people say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (out in LA)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pray, pray
Credits
Writer(s): Demitria Lovato, Geoffrey Elliott Warburton, Ryan Keith Williamson Sr., Samuel Harry Fischer
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