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stream Chillthefuckout. • My Demons Are My Best Friends EP out now follow ROMES: instagram • facebook • twitter • director & editor: cameron noble dop: jordan kennington lead: clark barcena enforcers: david menear, latrell davis, adam fawns dancer: tamra de la cruz 1st ac: marco cheng gaffer: adrian antonecchia swing: chris perkins key grip: tim david swing: amol bansod executive producers: cherie sinclair & daniel shojaie producers: aile lagunas production coordinator: tashawna williams colourist: wade odlum (alter ego) hmu: lisa taylor equipment: ontario camera production co: the field This video was funded by FACTOR with the support of the Government of Canada and Canada’s private radio broadcasters. all music & lyrics written and performed by: ROMES produced by: ROMES mixed by: matty green mastered by: joe laporta (sterling sound) lyrics: drag myself out of the mud put my leather jacket on tie up my converse and run away from all my demons fake gold chain, blue-tinted shades look good but hardly okay i always dig my own grave here i go losing my brain i’m not pop enough i’m not rock enough i’m not alt enough ain’t hip-hop enough i just write these songs to ease my problems but how much longer can I keep going on? when i see no outcome no longer fun who have I become? why am I so numb? ok please shut up and just end this song i just gotta chillthefuckout. i just gotta chillthe… i didn't wanna write this verse my nerves hurt and i can't put this shit into words driving 'round town with the windows down in my hearse with a casket full of ashes from the demons that I burned i'm only just about a minute in and i can already feel my skin crawling sometimes it feels music is the only medicine but it don't matter 'cause i know nobody's listening this ain't pop enough this ain't rock enough this ain't alt enough ain't hip-hop enough i just write these songs to ease my problems but how much longer can i keep going on? when i see no outcome, no longer fun who have i become? why am i so numb? ok please shut up and just end this song i just gotta chillthefuckout. i just gotta chillthefuckout. yeah, i just gotta chillthefuckout. i overthink 'til i start to sink and i overthink 'til i start to sink i just gotta chillthefuckout. (yeah) yeah, i just gotta chillthefuckout. (and kick it back on the couch) i just gotta chillthefuckout. i'm not pop enough i'm not rock enough i'm not alt enough ain't hip-hop enough i just write these songs to ease my problems but how much longer can i keep going on? when i see no outcome, no longer fun who have i become? why am I so numb? ok please shut up and just end this song.
