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I'm Ded!
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Utwór I'm Ded! został wydany 20 lutego 2026 przez broke jako część albumu I'm Freaking Out
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Data wydania20 lutego 2026
Wytwórniabroke
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM182

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Worry Club
Worry Club
Musician
Chase Walsh
Chase Walsh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Walsh
Chase Walsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Walsh
Chase Walsh
Producer
Tyler Floyd
Tyler Floyd
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

You can forget about me (I'm dead)
You're just going without me (I'm dead)
Even if you miss me a little (I'm dead)
Push it deep down in the middle of your heart (your heart)
My heart (my heart)
Will never be far apart
'Cause you can have my car (my car)
It won't start (won't start)
You're cursing at me in the dark
But I don't hear it, I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead)
Chop my arms off, give them to the dog
That's not me, talk to me in the fog
I won't be around anymore
If you need me, I won't do the thought wars
What's your favorite memory?
Mine is this little melody
I don't have to do the chores and now I'm eternally bored
I won't have to go to work and wear
Stupid shirts and be reminded ('cause I'm dead)
Of how this whole world works with people living
In dirt and I'm out here crying, I'm dead
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
I'm dead (I'm dead) I'm dead (I'm dead)
Stuff my socks, baby, throw them in the lawn
Brush my bills unless you want some
I don't think I need them anymore
Use them for whatever you want
Sell my shit, baby, I don't give a fuck
Do whatever you can do to make a quick buck
I won't be around anymore
Go ahead and finish season four
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
I'm not coming back, bury my iPad
Take my knees, give them someone to touch
Call my knees, give them somebody to piss
I don't need the money anymore
Don't even know I'm gonna take it all for
Take my brain, give it something to desert
Come on real hard, then kick it to the curb
I won't be around anymore
Double-check that you locked all the doors
Take my plans and take my Vans
Throw away my pants and take the bands
Drop all the songs and sell my books
Tell all the friends that I have rotted
It's only right I do this right
Been waiting for it all my life
You gotta wait around anymore
Ask them how I'm gonna take it all for?
Written by: Chase Walsh
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