Video musical
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
torr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
torr
Songwriter
Patchymate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
torr
Producer
Patchymate
Producer
Letra
My head's a hand grenade, by my design
One dose of gamma-ray, I feel alive
Ego contaminated, I'm with the guys
So we'll shoot guns, do drugs, I worked it out
So let me hit that drywall
Bloodstains in my eyeballs
Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you
Just shoot guns, do drugs
Paint me a quarterback, I'll play the game
I went to tryouts and they yelled my stupid name
They say I'm bottled up but I can't feel the shame
'Cause I built that wall of boys around me now
So let me hit that drywall
Bloodstains in my eyeballs
Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you
Just open up that door!
I hit that drywall
Bloodstains in my eyeballs
Oh my God, I'm like all the rest of you
Just shoot guns, do drugs
Brace for the avalanche we're gonna die
Let's trade security for playing shows outside
Kill your dreams, if male validation is all that you need
Being a man ain't all that it seems
Yeah, by all means bro say what you need
I'll never hear the end of it baby, please!
You have no motivation to be what I be
Put yourself in my shoes see what I see
Grow up and play shit run into reality and face it
Let me hit that drywall
Bloodstains in my eyeballs
Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you
Just open up that door!
I hit that drywall
Bloodstains in my eyeballs
Oh my God, I'm like all the rest of you
Just shoot guns, do drugs
Oh, you know what? You know what?
It's time to bring out, the big guns, let's go, who wants some?
Writer(s): Torr Edward Yatco, Patrick Williams
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