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What The Hell
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What The Hell was released on October 23, 2026 by Lucky Number as a part of the album FANGS
AlbumFANGS
October 23, 2026
LabelLucky Number
LanguageEnglish
BPM151
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
Vicious edging, pulses throbbing, I am nothing, deep in session
With your blood so full of sertraline it's curing my depression
Is my Russian kinda rusty? "Prosti Menya - No Otsosi"
Why you frothing? You could live a million years, and live for nothing
In the bathroom stall, your eyes are black and dilated
No reflection, consciousness is all but negated
Bite marks on my neck, you make me feel sedated
Fuck until our dreams of god are annihilated
Swallow all my meds, you'll like me more when I'm wasted
Key it til I feel like I've been copied and pasted
Ego suicide, the self is contaminated
Take me to your crypt, this club is so overrated
Fuck me tenderly, fuck me God, leave me wanting, don't leave a mark
Bitch on heat like a hound from hell, life is crazy - what the hell?!
Life is crazy like what the hell?!
What the Hell?!
What the Hell?!
Make me feel like 2012, the way she bad like Joseph Kony
Used to ride in limousines but now she ride me like a pony
Sharapova in her tennis skirt the way she pop that pussy
Beats supplied by Skinship, Jean Pierre and Shank and Saigon Fury
Shrink wrapped skeletons, the body emaciated
In the throb of bass, the self is decapitated
Vomit up the blood, the cells are contaminated
Live to see yourself become the thing you once hated
Think I'm coming down, the sweat is cold on my neck
In the flash of strobe, humiliated and wet
What I'd give to be a bead of sweat on your neck
If you hate this life, convulse yourself to the next
Make me feel like a whole new man
Make me feel like the Schlieffen Plan
Bitch on heat like a hound from hell
Life is crazy, what the hell?!
Life is crazy like what the hell?!
(I hate you)
(I fucking hate you so much)
Out of the dark
Out of the night
Back to your room where the sun will rise
Wait for the light to come
Then it hits you, it hits you, it hits you
Here in your bed,
Burn me alive
I will return to nothing
Waiting for death to come
Then it hits you, it hits you, it hits you
Written by: Andrei Martynchyk, Henry Spychalski, Rắn Cạp Đuôi/Zach Sch, Saigon Fury, Seth Evans, Theo Spark

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