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Voltage
Hip-Hop/Rap
Voltage was released on September 10, 2021 by TUNNEL VISION as a part of the album Sign On
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AlbumSign On
Release DateSeptember 10, 2021
LabelTUNNEL VISION
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fisher J Thompson
Fisher J Thompson
Songwriter
Thomas Cusson
Thomas Cusson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fisher Thompson
Fisher Thompson
Producer
Tom Laim
Tom Laim
Producer

Lyrics

Something's possessin' me, it's pullin' me deeper
Out the closets, on the stairs, it likes to hide on my T-shirts
On the threads of my core
My puppet master, I know
He's having parties, telling stories, whispering to my soul
I keep handlin' and writin' my own thoughts
Self-prophesizing that I draw all the worst cards
I wish I was you 'cause I could leave every bad mark and bruise
In the lot where my regrets and ghosts park
But what could I do?
I keep on peekin', running 'way from the truth
If I could truly walk a couple fuckin' steps in your shoes
We're all miserable, ain't you?
We're all miserable ain't you, I know
It's just the fairytale that I tell myself
Keeps my thoughts in veils
All my curses go pale
It's just like I'm the Window
Letting demons crawl through but not strong
Enough to keep one back
I can't hold myself back
Play nice, swipe right
You better give a good chance to the good guys
Take time at night
'Fore you sleep, take a glance and you'll realize
Incel's outta style, put your phone away
Make your jokes, see your life put on layaway
You're the boy that turns men toward hate
Early toward late, whatchu gotta say?
(Whatchu gotta say, boy?)
Microsoft even thinks that you gatekeep
I mean Oath-keep
Akin to McAfee
Obsessed with liberty and fourty-hour workweeks
Shoot a round with your buddies with AR-15s
"Get a real job"
Says you
Racing diesels in the parking lots
Of all the local high schools?
It's cool, I guess, I mean
It'd at least be funny if you weren't nineteen
Call me by my real name
'Cause I ain't proper
Fall and fade away
On the ladder, I'm your spotter
I'm the latter, you're the former
Abolish a reformer
Just around the corner
You corny, you flake
You funny, you fake
No give, just take
You gonna pay, you better pray
If not for you, for your god's sake
I walk around the block like I'm a new man rebirthed
Comin' out the shell of old grey sweatshirts
You never new I had the balls to walk, bitch
Yeah, I never wanna hear a word you talk, bitch
So please shut the fuck up if you were ever about this
I don't wanna play games you can't really be part in
You been laggin' out, used to laugh around
One thing you gotta know is I don't miss on my targets
If you're hidin' the facts, hold back
Cause it's always gonna flood out
The truth is gonna fall out
The people that you run to gonna realize you aren't real 'bout
All the things you sayin' since you sittin' in the madhouse
Written by: Fisher J Thompson, Thomas Cusson
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