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Description
Main Artist: Tyler Nance
Main Artist: Jackson Dean
Producer: Nick Bailey
Composer Lyricist: Tyler Nance
Composer Lyricist: Nick Bailey
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've been runnin' empty-handed
And I think it's weighin' on my soul
All these things I took for granted
Slipped away, and now there's nothing left to hold
I've been steady second-guessing
Am I the man that I need to be?
I've been fighting this fire
For what feels like too long to me
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothin', nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
All these nights hallucinatin'
I keep waitin' for somethin' to change
I've been runnin' out of patience
Hate to say it, but I'm bound to break
And I get lost in my reflections
And intersections that don't lead home
Will someone pick me up?
I don't know where the hell I need to go
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothin', nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothing's, nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
English translation
I've been runnin' empty-handed
And I think it's weighin' on my soul
All these things I took for granted
Slipped away, and now there's nothing left to hold
I've been steady second-guessing
Am I the man that I need to be?
I've been fighting this fire
For what feels like too long to me
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothin', nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
All these nights hallucinatin'
I keep waitin' for somethin' to change
I've been runnin' out of patience
Hate to say it, but I'm bound to break
And I get lost in my reflections
And intersections that don't lead home
Will someone pick me up?
I don't know where the hell I need to go
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothin', nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
I've been chasin' shots of whiskey
I've been chasin' dead-end dreams
Dodgin' bullets tryin' to hit me
Tell me where the grass is green
All these bloodshot-eye traditions
They've been catchin' up to me
Tell me, what is real or fiction?
'Cause nothing's, nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems
Nothing's what it seems