Contract

Didn't write no lyrics for this song
Couldn't make a hit
Didn't write no lyrics
They're after me
My contracts split
My little brain
Couldn't think of anything good
Now I'm on the run
Mr. Manager do what he should
Send out the man
Fuck I'm out of luck
My last day is near
You wont see me again

That contract
Put a gun to my head
Fought to my last breath
But I knew Id be dead
CONTRACT!



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Faucett, Bryce Rogovoy, Nicky Vaughan
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