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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Devonshire
Adam Devonshire
Bass Guitar
Joe Talbot
Joe Talbot
Vocals
Jon Beavis
Jon Beavis
Drums
Lee Kiernan
Lee Kiernan
Guitar
Mark Bowen
Mark Bowen
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Kiernan
Lee Kiernan
Songwriter
Mark Bowen
Mark Bowen
Songwriter
Adam Devonshire
Adam Devonshire
Songwriter
Joe Talbot
Joe Talbot
Songwriter
Jonathan Beavis
Jonathan Beavis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bowen
Mark Bowen
Producer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Letras

I got myself together I got myself in check I made myself a member Got myself out the red I upgraded my upgrade Give us our daily bread I got paid on payday Now I dress well-fed I clearly won the friendly Left my opponent dead I got the keys to the Lambo I took a walk instead I am the prophecy I did not come from nothing And nothing came from me I took your name in vain I burnt your effigy I chewed up your story Some tush between my teeth The fear's gargantuan Don't like what I can see Racist prick on the right side No one to trust on the left So I put my foot on overdrive Close my eyes and press Definitely I'll have a dab man You know I am a dab hand Super strength, superman I'll have a stab and can-can Don't forget I'm a champ man Pound for pound, gram for gram I'll smash that double-barrel Mitsubishi Back to Amsterdam Crash bang wallop on the Afghan Then I rise like a phoenix from the dashcam Smash! I'm a car crash I got myself together I got myself in check You caught me on my knees Knees are raw red You caught me on all fours Smooching the floor No metaphor My thoughts are piss poor My glass-jaw held open the door Chin to tarmac I'm serious, Jack As a heart attack No life, no help, nobody Was where I'm at Smash swing glisten As everything turns black My feet leave the ground As my wings start to flap Cold goes to warm As my top gets blood damp My, oh my, I can feel the raw Flesh on the bottom of the footwell floor Flash! Flash! Everything is turning to black ash Smash I'm a car crash I can feel my eyes vibrate I can feel my eyes vibrate I can feel my eyes vibrate
Writer(s): Joseph Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Lee Kiernan, Jonathan Beavis, Mark Bowen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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