[Chorus: Jesse Rutherford]
No matter where you go, you'll never have control,
No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive in paradise.
[Verse 1: Jesse Rutherford]
Picture you in summertime, drinkin' white wine in Antigua,
Told me that you'll see me and I see ya,
And I really wanna believe ya, I do.
Singin' blues, no shoes on,
Strummin' in the sun and you've got your feet up,
I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom,
It was hard to believe ya.
'Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up,
And if lyin' on an island is the closest that you'll come,
Then run, go ahead, have fun, run.
[Chorus: Jesse Rutherford]
No matter where you go,
You'll never have control,
Woke up feeling paralyzed,
No one makes it out alive
In paradise.
[Verse 2: Jesse Rutherford]
Picture me in the Major Leagues,
Livin' in a dream that I created, mhm.
I wrote my own books so I never had to read your pages,
I've got no patience for that anyway.
Sensations don't mean anything
If I can just have everything.
Some days I think I'll run away,
What would I even do if I made it?
I just keep on fading 'cause
I never feel enough, it never fills me up,
I'm climbin' up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top,
But I can't stop, I can't stop, so
[Chorus: Jesse Rutherford]
No matter where I go,
I'll never have control,
Woke up feeling paralyzed
No one makes it out alive in paradise.
Paralyzed,
No one makes it out alive in paradise.
[Outro: Vic Mensa]
With your band of brothers, band, band of brothers,
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it.
With your band of brothers, band, band, band,
With, with your band, band of brothers,
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it.