Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Qlank
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Barstead
Composer
Lyrics
I check the count, check the numbers, is he online?
I check the checks, wondering what he’ll pull this time
I have a feeling that smearer is right outside
And I’m just tryna keep counting
I don’t count much, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I feel I’ll mess up, you too? That’s how you know that
Ooh, the smearings and the counters, who do I believe?
Scared I’ll mess up, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I save up saves, that’s maybe how you know that
Ooh, that check’s a hallucination I used to see
Wake up and I find out the count reset
Wait, did it reset?
Is Sak out yet? Did he catch Soup yet?
I’m a look around and see if he’s here or in my head
Where I try to think, think about
What comes after three, can’t think now, can’t think now
I check the count, check the numbers, is he online?
I check the checks, wondering what he’ll pull this time
I have a feeling that smearer is right outside
And I’m just tryna keep counting
I don’t count much, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I feel I’ll mess up, you too? That’s how you know that
Ooh, the smearings and the counters, who do I believe?
Scared I’ll mess up, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I save up saves, that’s maybe how you know that
Ooh, that check’s a hallucination I used to see
I used to see
Sak’s out now, ooh
I wanna keep counting (I do)
But Sak counted 5 (Is that true?)
We wanna keep counting (We do)
But Sak counted 9 (Can’t be true)
I check the checks, wondering what he’ll pull this time
I know that that smearer is right outside
And I’m just tryna keep counting
I don’t count much, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I feel I’ll mess up, you too? That’s how you know that
Ooh, the smearings and the counters, who do I believe?
Scared I’ll mess up, that’s crazy, how’d you know that?
I save up saves, that’s maybe how you know that
Ooh, that check’s a hallucination, I used to see
I used to see
I used to see
Ooh, check hallucinations I used to see
I used to count, it felt surreal
But now I’m smeared, I’m trapped in here
I’m stuck in here ‘til Sunday
Smeared by The Headless Army
Written by: Robert Barstead