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Bloomer
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Rock
Bloomer was released on April 20, 2019 by Rise Records as a part of the album LP2
album cover
AlbumLP2
Release DateApril 20, 2019
LabelRise Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secret Band
Secret Band
Performer
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Bass
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
William Swan
William Swan
Guitar
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Drums
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Guitar
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Composer
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Composer
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Composer
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Composer
William Swan
William Swan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Recording Engineer
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Recording Engineer
Nick Loiacono
Nick Loiacono
Recording Engineer
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I ain't no fool
I put them nuggets in the oven and they taste so good
That's why I put 'em in my stomach
If you shake your fist then it won't do nothing
If you shake your fist then it won't do nothing
Yeah, I ain't no fool
I'm petting puppies every day, please stay out the pool
I'm really worried bout your suede
If you shake your fist, then it won't do nothing
If you shave your fist, then it won't do-
I'm in all black, you can't act
Don't aim for the brain, you spinal tap
They can't laugh or raise flags
Just suffer under weight of finance
Shilling for the center of nice
Looking for twice my type, some sort of innocent devil
Similar to good ass bread
It might feel soft to be dead and not really that awkward
Don't become the father of a ladle
Have to scoop up soup filled with poop and pebbles
Don't become a bird-ass horse
You'll probably peck at a corpse and then fly through a meadow
I'm awake on an unimpressed star
I know who you are, you're the feigning hope
The flailing rope you'll hang yourself from
Was it fun running towards the sun?
I hope your problems fade away and solve themselves for you
'Cause that's the type of thing you'd say, you know not what it do
No more meaning, I'm receiving
That's not healing, just revealing
What you have to lose
I'm in all black, you can't act
Don't aim for the brain, you spinal tap
They can't laugh or raise flags
Just suffer under weight of finance
It's a style that you can't undo
Your life's the flu, thrown down the loo
Lies ain't soap and they can't save you
Amazing stuff, I'm so proud I can't thank me enough
I ain't no fool
I put them nuggets in the oven and they taste so good
That's why I put 'em in my stomach
If you shake your fist then it won't do nothing
If you shake your fist then it won't do nothing
Yeah, I ain't no fool
I'm petting puppies every day, please stay out the pool
I'm really worried bout your suede
If you shake your fist, then it won't do nothing
If you shave your fist, then it won't do-
Shilling for the center of nice
Looking for twice my type, some sort of innocent devil
Similar to good ass bread
It might feel soft to be dead and not really that awkward
Don't become the father of a ladle
Have to scoop up soup filled with poop and pebbles
Don't become a bird-ass horse
You'll probably peck at a corpse and then fly through a meadow
I'm awake on an unimpressed star
I know who you are, you're the feigning hope
The flailing rope you'll hang yourself from
Was it fun running towards the sun?
I hope your problems fade away and solve themselves for you
Cause that's the type of thing you'd say, you know not what it do
She's the bottle, I'm the cork
We're an icy pillow fort
I'm some soup and she's a fork
We're poised to knock it down
Nothing will replace it
I'm only trying, only trying
Not to run away, but I don't wanna stay
Written by: Jonathan Mess, Jordan McCoy, Martin Bianchini, Matthew Mingus, William Swan
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