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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Farveblind
Farveblind
Performer
Sebastian Monti
Sebastian Monti
Vocals
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Drums
Anders Norre Arendt
Anders Norre Arendt
Bass
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sebastian Monti
Sebastian Monti
Songwriter
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Songwriter
Anders Norre Arendt
Anders Norre Arendt
Songwriter
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen
Producer
Anders Norre Arendt
Anders Norre Arendt
Producer
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk
Producer

Lyrics

My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
Been through hellfire
So save a seat in the back
Homie I’m trying to stay in peace and relax
In one piece and I’m back
It’s Samurai Jack on the microphone
White and black like a Time Portal episode
Boiled beans is all I care about
Everything I say is of paramount importance (Shit)
We crash the door to your spirit house
And ain’t no fucking cleric gonna air us out
If you’re on level nine
Fuck devine intervention
Damn this room so heated
I can smell the tension
All my homies quit smoking
Because they know it’s stanking and expensive
My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
I’m blowing up like the brain of a fucking Kennedy
In a Lincoln continental
I’m crossing borders with this immigrant flow
Eminent foe
Battle me and you be gone like ‘where did he go?’
Your face wrinkly
And I tell you it shows
If you’re afraid of my jaws
You better stay on the boat
My body tingly
From my toes to the nose
Better dream on boy
Yeah, you know how it goes
Guess this nightmare is kind of dreamy
Saw my face on the cover
Of my favourite magazine
Still looking uneasy
I’m crashing
Half of me is stressing out
Other half is doubting every time I kiss a mouth
What a fucking life this shit turned out to be
I miss the days where my biggest fear was eating broccoli
And I don’t even care where my daddy be
I swear no motherfucking family be the death of me
I play deceased when it’s really just the weed talking
I might as well just roll another, cuddle up in a white coffin
White coats in my peripheral
If I die let them know that I was spiritual
My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
My voice sounds big in a hole
I peak because I know how this pain is
I’ll stop when my limps grow cold
Closed, you all know what the case is
Written by: Anders Norre Arendt, Jens Asger Lykkeboe Mouritzen, Magnus Pilgaard Grønnebæk, Sebastian Monti
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