Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Purkiss
Matt Purkiss
Lead Vocals
Black Pontiac
Black Pontiac
Performer
Sam Riddell
Sam Riddell
Drums
Mac Riddell
Mac Riddell
Electric Guitar
Avery John Shoesmith
Avery John Shoesmith
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Purkiss
Matt Purkiss
Songwriter
Sam Riddell
Sam Riddell
Songwriter
Mac Riddell
Mac Riddell
Songwriter
Avery John Shoesmith
Avery John Shoesmith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Di Pomponio
Matt Di Pomponio
Producer
Brock McFarlane
Brock McFarlane
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

And I'm starting to lose my cool Dropout day dreamin' of more Dreamin' of a New York penthouse floor Dreamin' of a life outside of a 9 to 4 and Now the whole crew knocking at your front door Wnning over your affection Some people hate us, we just love the attention I can't help myself Talkin' shit like a pill thats good for your health I'm young and I'm fit and I just can't quit While I'm too busy spitting out more hot shit Everybody coming up oh so quick So move that wrist lets see you flick and Let me shoot my shot Because the streets are hot tonight And I'm starting to lose my cool Just give me a chance Won't hold back when I start to dance cause I'm starting to lose my cool VIP with the showboat moxie Lifetime ban from the Roxy People just can't take the shellshock When the shit cuts deep like a tomahawk Stop the talks, pass the aux, 10 steps ahead thinking outside the box All these other bands got the crowd so bored I should give em all a plaque, a diploma, an award A degreE-A-S-T-V-A-N Pigs pull up to the pen and here we go again City getting white and gray like detention After effect of gentrification Life crisis my time is spent Earning paycheck to paycheck I can't pay the rent My monotonous job is now making me nauseous Sometimes I just feel like a Robot I know not where I'm going I'm showing up at the party 40 of Bacardi in hand understand that I don't got no backup plan Sticking it to the man, fuck a program Yea gimme the yam, I be out keeping em humble like DAMN I'm down with the jam, dropping the hits like bam bam ba ba ba bam bam Let me shoot my shot Because the streets are hot tonight And I'm starting to lose my cool Just give me a chance Won't hold back when I start to dance cause I'm starting to lose my cool Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'll push back, so get the fuck up off my ledge Now I'm hoppin' off the roof, and I'm raising hell If you're another bullet proof ner' do well Then spread your wings and pray for good luck And lemme hear you sing it if you don't give a fuck Ba da da ba ba da da mm ba da da, and I'm starting to lose my cool Ba da da ba ba da da mm ba da da, and I'm starting to lose my cool Ba da da mm ba ba da da mm ba da da, and I'm starting to lose my cool Ba da da mm ba ba da da mm ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba bow Break it down fellas
Writer(s): Avery John Shoesmith, Mack Riddell, Matt Purkiss, Sam Riddell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out