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Description
Recording Engineer: Max Lord
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Tom Norris
A& R: Ela Talu
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Producer: Marshmello
Lyricist: Jarad Higgins
Composer: Marshmello
Lyrics and translation
Original
We don't get along.
We don't get along.
We don't get along.
We don't get along. We don't get along.
We don't get along. We don't get along.
Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue. I've come to this conclusion. We don't get along.
Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's gotta do it, so let's just move along.
I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault.
I didn't wanna do it, but the temptation is strong. Now I'm left in the cold. Let my story be told.
Let my story be told. Oh-oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
Pain in my cardiac matches the pain in my brain.
Living in the shadows, you know where to find me at. A place where they don't dare speak good things.
Makeout sessions, OM my legs. Had another makeout session with codeine.
I kiss her, she kiss me to sleep. Had a Hollywood dream since 2016. We don't get along.
Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue. I've come to this conclusion.
We don't get along.
Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's gotta do it, so let's just move along. I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault.
I didn't wanna do it, but the temptation is strong. Now I'm left in the cold.
Let my story be told.
English translation
We don't get along.
We don't get along.
We don't get along.
We don't get along. We don't get along.
We don't get along. We don't get along.
Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue. I've come to this conclusion. We don't get along.
Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's gotta do it, so let's just move along.
I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault.
I didn't wanna do it, but the temptation is strong. Now I'm left in the cold. Let my story be told.
Let my story be told. Oh-oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
Pain in my cardiac matches the pain in my brain.
Living in the shadows, you know where to find me at. A place where they don't dare speak good things.
Makeout sessions, OM my legs. Had another makeout session with codeine.
I kiss her, she kiss me to sleep. Had a Hollywood dream since 2016. We don't get along.
Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue. I've come to this conclusion.
We don't get along.
Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's gotta do it, so let's just move along. I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault.
I didn't wanna do it, but the temptation is strong. Now I'm left in the cold.
Let my story be told.