Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lip Critic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bret Kaser
Songwriter
Connor Kleitz
Composer
Danny Eberle
Composer
Ilan Natter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bret Kaser
Producer
Connor Kleitz
Producer
Danny Eberle
Producer
Ilan Natter
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Find my weakness
Say, is it an ankle-busted knee?
Is it the thing in front of me?
[Verse 1]
Everything I have at the center of the pot
Roll those dice, let me see what I've got
I'm a gambling man, I'd rather leave it up to God
Only know what I've had counting up what I've lost
[Verse 2]
No more selfish ways
They line the bottom of the grave
Fifty tries tryna get me off it
Chasing pleasures only turned me to a puppet
No more fast mistakes
Sleep light, eyes cracked in a way
Never one to take my time, I'll lose it
So infernal, but I know I'll still pursue it
[Verse 3]
All that you want
Won't be
What you get
When you're a sardine
Still trapped in that net
[Verse 4]
In the stadium
Body's filling in (Paramecia)
I tell them hunger is a gift
From Lucifer's last hellion
[Chorus]
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
[Verse 5]
Cut me open
It's a belly ache
Everybody's got something to give away
Fifty days, fifty days
I'll go build city out of waste
[Chorus]
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, que infe—
[Verse 6]
So when I'm running out the store, you can't stop me
'Cause I've got a greeters vest, I'm an employee
300 loaves of bread and some gasoline
All I need to tip a scale that is balancing
Everything I had at the center of the pot
I used to roll the dice just to see what I got
Now I weigh the side with the six black dots
Barrel down the road, money jammed in my socks
[Verse 7]
Eu não acredito seu idiota, você fodeu com tudo!
I don't go home like you
I don't make food in the kitchen
And I don't sleep in a bed
In a single position
And I don't turn on a show
I don't watch it and listen
I've got the mind of a hound
A lap dog disposition, and I'm
[Chorus]
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
[Verse 8]
And I don't talk on the phone
I don't talk to a friend
I make a secret elixir
I find a spoon I can bend
Death lurks in the cabinets
And the DVD slots
He's my security camera
I let him sit down and watch
[Chorus]
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal, que infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, infernal
Infernal, infernal, infernal, que infe—
[Bridge]
Fuck that selfish man
Fuck that selfish, fuck that selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that selfish man
[Outro]
I don't have time for a selfish man
Fuck that selfish, fuck that selfish man
I don't have time for a selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
I don't have time for a selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that selfish man
I don't have time for a selfish man
A selfish man, a selfish man, selfish man
Fuck that selfish, fuck that selfish man
A selfish man, a selfish man, selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
A selfish man, a selfish man, selfish man
Fuck that selfish man
A selfish man, I don't have time for a selfish man
Fuck that selfish
Written by: Bret Kaser, Connor Kleitz, Danny Eberle, Ilan Natter