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GDD

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GDD was released on October 2, 2025 by Kycker Music as a part of the album GDD - Single

Song Details

AlbumGDD - Single

Release DateOctober 2, 2025

LabelKycker Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM150

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sleuth Gang

Performer

Travis King

Vocals

Tom Dixon

Vocals

Lennon Rowntree

Lennon Rowntree

Vocals

Daniel Rushton

Vocals

Jeremy Gordon

Vocals

Lewis Jones

Vocals

Samuel Hunter

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Travis King

Composer

Tom Dixon

Composer

Lennon Rowntree

Lennon Rowntree

Composer

Daniel Rushton

Composer

Jeremy Gordon

Lyrics

Lewis Jones

Lyrics

Samuel Hunter

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dave Boothroyd

Producer

Lyrics

There’s a prophecy,

A deal between the gods and me,

If I want to get to heaven,

Never let my demons speak.

Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;

Keep watch over the door before I die out.

I take the floor, spill my thoughts into the next aisle,

Who’d have thought, spilt milk could turn so sour,

On my knees like I’ve got god on my speed dial,

Hands together praying but I never get the reply.

Check my vital signs,

Heart still beating,

If we are just skin and bone,

Then give me one good reason,

I’m a sinner can’t,

Ever fight this feeling,

If there is god,

Then I'm dying to meet him.

Look at me,

Every god damn day,

Blood all on my fingertips,

From dirt put on my name.

Don’t talk to me,

When you talk 'bout faith,

If in death I still don’t make the cut,

Then bury me away.

I bring the heat,

To this god damn place,

The belly of the beast,

Or stood in front of heavens gate.

Look at me,

Every god damn day,

Blood all on my fingertips,

From dirt put on my name.

My philosophy’s,

A line short of a comedy,

We’re preaching to a choir,

Who’ve performed their own lobotomy.

Listen carefully,

That money never came for free,

Your prophets making profit,

Playing with your Insecurity.

All the gods you made,

Wolves are dressed in suede,

Life has served you lemons,

But instead you’re making cool aid,

Full of hate, You won’t get to heavens gate,

What a life, What a shame

What a waste, What a waste.

Look at me,

Every god damn day,

Blood all on my fingertips,

From dirt put on my name.

Verse 3

Run up a lung,

You done the fun's begun

One to one,

The one of ones,

I was young and dumb,

Too hung to come,

To my senses,

So I shun the holy son,

What have I done I'm dumb,

Dumb dumb du dumb,

Break the rules and steal the fun,

Break the rules and kill for crumbs,

Break the rules, the hunger won.

Picked a poison,

Packed a plated,

Piling on my past mistakes

Ain't prayed to God since half my age

That's why I won't get past them gates

Off to hell I can't complain,

Lives were ruined cash was made,

But how can I be catching feelings?

I can't even catch a break.

Bridge

Chorus

Written by: Daniel Rushton, Jeremy Gordon, Lennon Rowntree, Lewis Jones, Samuel Hunter, Tom Dixon, Travis King

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