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Intro
Mike’s chorus says to believe it’s over. My next verse asks for more.
By this point in the first disc, Jimmy can still account for every reason the relationship ought to work. There were picnics. There was the beach. He remembers being joined at the hip, so he keeps treating the good memories as evidence he can submit for reconsideration.
That argument is exhausting, and we let it keep running. Mike comes back with “Believe it, it’s through.” I come back with another attempt to change the answer.
By the last chorus, Jimmy has heard it more than once. Accepting it is taking longer.
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Lyrics
Flatline, Chorus 1:
He’s four on the floor
He’s stuck in the door
He’s asking for trouble
Just by asking for more
No more saying goodbyes
No more asking her why
No more leaving a love note
Making songs in the sky
Believe it, it’s through
Believe it, it’s true
Chunjay, Verse 1:
You and me girl like second grade crushes
Cue a whirl and strike, got me doing crunches
Playing games for fun, packing picnic lunches
Pullin no punches just drinks at the Tip
Fooling no one, we joined at the hip
Slip your hand into mine an I kiss your lips
Grip an flip, throw ya over my shoulder
PBR at the bar gotta have it colder
I’m a little older, and I’m a little bolder
Sold you my heart, or I gave it for free
Gold from the start, laid under the tree
Played on the beach and swam in the sea
I’d stay by your side if you stay by mine
But you seem confused by your own design
Flatline, Chorus 2:
There still might be time
Time’s enough with a dime
Dime’s a penny with you
Penny’s wishes come true
And then it takes a turn
Turning over and over and over and over and decline
Chunjay, Verse 2:
Now four on the floor, love note on your door
My heart’s in your hands, I’m asking for more
Memorized your body I want to explore
Lewis and Clark on the next expedition
Forget all the others, multiply by addition
Jets on full throttle, love is the prescription
I was your conscription, didn’t you know it?
“Isn’t it the best?” that’s you I quoted
I’ve been demoted but I’d like to reload it
Beiber saying sorry, Taylor saying stay
All you had to do was… all we did was play
Friends got the feels? maybe someday
Laughter and squeals got me thinking something faster
Touch your face with my lips… then you close the chapter
Flatline, Chorus 3:
Believe it, it’s through
Believe it, it’s true
Turning over and over and over and decline
Credits
Music: Flatline
Lyrics and Vocals: Chunjay and Flatline
Narrator: Heath McClure
Album-wide credits
Additional Credits
Production: Flatline, Chunjay
Mixing, Engineering, Co-Production, Mastering, Additional Scratches, Everything but the Kitchen Sink: DJ Sean P at TWLVS in Fort Worth, Texas
Vocal Production/Consultation: Krum
Pre-Mixing: Flatline, Chunjay, Krum, Shedlyn/Chris Felix, Annex, Grizzly Beatz, David Mathewes
Background Vocals: Flatline, DJ Sean P, Chunjay, and Friends
Executive Producer: Chunjay
Lyrics and music copyright 2017 Neopolis Media in partnership with Invisible Library Records. All rights reserved. M. Walker & J. Bennett Artist rights (BMI).
Guest/co-writer FYI: Act I shared credit: Music — Flatline; Lyrics and Vocals — Chunjay and Flatline; Narrator — Heath McClure. These source credits are attribution information, not a lyric-scope blocker; they do not specify legal ownership shares.
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