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Four

Agüita

Someone

Written by Reynaldo Peter Mesa Jr.
Published by Reynaldo Peter Mesa, Jr. Publishing Designee (BMI)
Produced by Junior Mesa
Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Claps by Junior Mesa
Flute by Ruben “Ruby” Lopez
Drums by Junior Mesa and Ruben “Ruby” Lopez
Engineered by Junior Mesa
Recorded at Nicotine Corndog Studios
Mixed by Ricky Reed at Elysian Park
Mastered by Daddy Kev at Cosmic Zoo

Lyrics:
I remember running through the open skies
And your love had me hypnotized

But everything I touch becomes a wrecking ball
And everyone I trust seems to do me wrong

So you can’t blame me
If it’s hard for me to get the hint
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

I used to think that everything
Was what it was
Until I saw you with another one

Oh and just maybe
Just maybe it helped me out
But now I hardly even trust myself

So you can’t blame me
If I don’t understand why I’m not it
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

Now when i look back, on better days
I think about the way
that the world seemed great
but now i’m lost

So you can’t blame me
If I don’t understand why I’m not it
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

I’m losing my grip

Losing My Grip / Creep

Losing My Grip

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Kate Bollinger - vocals
Chris Lewis - guitar
John Trainum - keyboards, drum programming, bass

Written by Kate Bollinger, John Trainum, Jacob Grissom, Chris Lewis, and Jimmy Trussell
Produced, mixed, and recorded by John Trainum
Recorded by Jonathan Corey and John Trainum at White Star Sound
Mastered by Joey Messina-Doerning

Why do I wish for something more
When it's all said and done?
Why do I long for springtime 
Only when the winter's come?

I'll chase the sun escaping 
And later ask what for
Only find my mouth agape when
I'm at a loss for more

To quit would be too simple
To go on is what I'll do
Now I know when my heart's in the middle
It'll snap, break, unsure back to you

Maybe it's worth analyzing
Maybe with a quick check it's fine 
Could take some compromising
To come out right on the other side 

Grey skies, they don't scare me 
I find them unnecessary
There's no tellin' when the bad's gonna come around
And it'll come around no doubt 

I find my own suspicions 
And plenty an inhibition
If I wait long enough I can see the ground 
Start to crumble underneath my feet 

(Ooh) I don't want it
If I can get it 
I don't need it 
If I can have it
I don't see it 
If it's knockin' at my door
And then I turn around and change my mind but it's gone
And I ask what for

Grey skies
They don't make me nervous
Make me feel fine
I feel just fine 

Grey skies
They don't make me nervous
Make me feel fine 
I feel alright

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