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UNCOMFORTABLE
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UNCOMFORTABLE was released on November 28, 2025 by G Recordings as a part of the album VOL. 2
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AlbumVOL. 2
Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelG Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Loera
Justin Loera
Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizer
Andrew Klein
Andrew Klein
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Loera
Justin Loera
Songwriter
Andrew Klein
Andrew Klein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Loera
Justin Loera
Executive Producer
Andrew Klein
Andrew Klein
Producer

Lyrics

There's a bad man standing in the street outside
I tell my baby girl better go inside and hide
I grab the bat but my arms are shakin' and stirrin
And between me and you, I'm only fakin' my courage
All the men wanna get you and honey I can't protect you
Cause I'm a shell of a man
Now in rock bottom I land, now
I was raised in the southland, now
You don't understand, now
Cause we gotta show might, so yeah
What good is a man now, if he don't wanna fight?
We're both gonna die
Unless I step up and try
To defend both our lives
Now grab me the gun
I'mma hate it in jail
But now I don't got a choice, cause I'mma send 'em to hell, ah
Ah
Take out the trash
Wash my hands
Ain't no way, man, yo, I got plans
Big deal, kinda
I got fans
Even keep my cool through the desert lands
With that hot-ass air
From Santa Ana
Don't you dare try to mess my plan up
And don't you dare try to dig my plant up
Broken legs, still, still I stand up
That's my mantra
I'm a phantom
Put your hands up
Sing my anthem
Good life, please, no, no disease
Yo, only clean coat, no, no more fleas
Yo, no more fleas
I'm a house cat
I'm a blind man
Where's 'er mouth at?
How's about that?
Yo, I'm outside chillin'
Biting down hard on a cavity filling
I'm on a ceiling, still
Hangin' upside down
In the Batmobile
405 southbound
No, no more tears
Yeah, my eyes are dry
Lookin' to the future when I can fly (yo)
Put my boots on
It's a good fit
Put my hoodie on
This some Cooks shit
My sense of fashion is everlasting
That is to say that it's timeless
None of you will ever have the guts to try this
Cause you're spineless
I don't like to talk, but it ain't cause of shyness
I'm a scholar of God
They call me Thomas Aquinas
Ripped jeans and a band tee
I'm the king of rock and roll, so you can call me your highness
You cannot deny this
You'll never find this combination of swag, drip, and rizz
I take care of biz
I live in the gym
So yes, I admit
That yes, I am Him
You bitches ain't shit
I live in the gym
So yes, I admit
That yes, I am Him
Sing my song, as I flap my wings
Thinkin' good thoughts, what God will bring
Don't take me now, Lord, I ain't ready
Please wait till I've had enough already
I'm a robot man, artificial world
Flop to the curl, still it's spinning, twirl
Little girl, yo, where's your mom?
Mo-fucka go ahead and drop the bomb
E.O.D. here, you must beware
I know what you think, and don't you dare
Yo, hold my drink
Save my place in line
The plane's going down, but we are fine
Cook, cookin' Pink
In the fire pit
I just made a damn mess, go admire it
Written by: Andrew Klein, Justin Loera
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