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DONTTOUCHANYTHING
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Pop/Rock
DONTTOUCHANYTHING was released on November 7, 2025 by funny lil recordings as a part of the album CHAMPION
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Release DateNovember 7, 2025
Labelfunny lil recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Can of Bliss
Can of Bliss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Lyman
Sean Lyman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Can of Bliss
Can of Bliss
Producer

Lyrics

Best musician you've never heard of (yeah-yeah)
All I need is a little shake (shake)
To get my head to spin, and my skull to break
A rumble from the bottom of the lake
It's more than what I can take (take)
I've been hallucinatin' bugs up on my wall
Any time I hear a sound, I snap my neck and turn around
My chest is poundin' 'cause I never had the balls
To deal with shit like this
Gray hair, old dog, lay there
So scared, thousand yard stare
I wear what I can bare
It's all too much for me (yeah-yeah)
What does the future have for me?
Will it be worth my sufferin'?
I think I'm gonna be sick
Speedin' up so quick, goin'tick-tick-tickin' away
And it's just one more constant thing
I'm puttin' my faith in a string
I think I'm gonna be sick
Have you never thought to fix? God, you're so pathetic
And it felt just like a heart attack
What a crazy way to high jack
It set the tone for the rest of the year
I don't usually feel true fear like this (like this)
Usually I'm just takin' the piss (pss, pss)
Then it hits me like a truck, oh shit
Welcome back to impendin' doom
We all have a fate, you'll get yours soon
Does our future ever cross your mind? (If you let it eat you up)
I'm scared the world is gonna leave me behind
I think I saw it flash before my eyes
Gray hair, old dog, lay there
So scared, thousand yard stare
I wear what I can bare
It's all too much for me
What does the future have for me?
Will it be worth my sufferin'?
I think I'm gonna be sick
Speedin' up so quick, goin' tick-tick-tickin' away
And it's just one more constant thing
I'm puttin' my faith in a string
I think I'm gonna be sick
Have you never thought to fix it? (Haha, whoo)
Big man don't wanna help out
And you can't sit tight, and you're freakin' out
And the world says you gotta figure it out
And I don't know what the fuck to do about
Yeah, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do
And I can't bare the thought of a life without you
Seein' you like this, you know it hurts
Got me prayin' to God, anything but the worst, ah
The world's just too big, I'm too small to change a thing
Everything will fall on me, and I won't have the strength to dig
Well shit, not fine, I don't got no peace of mind
It's combined into a ball, and now its pull is stronger than the sun
You were lucky to survive the last round, sudden death now, okay?
(Head full of doubt, you're stressin' me out-o-o)
(Head full of do-o-oubt-sing me ou-o-o)
(Head-e-e-e-e-e-sin' me o-o-o-o)
(He-e full of doubt, you're stressin' me out)
Gray hair, old dog, lay there
So scared, thousand yard stare
I wear what I can bare
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Gray hair, old dog, lay there
So scared, thousand yard stare
I wear what I can bare
It's all too much for me
(On)
Written by: Sean Lyman
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