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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Burnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Hill
Songwriter
Andy Morin
Songwriter
Stefan Burnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Morin
Producer
Zach Hill
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Get, get, get, get, got, got, got, got
Blood rush to my head bit hot lock
Popping off the fucking block knot
Clocking wrist slit watch bent thought bot
[Verse 2]
Tail pipe dragging, volume blasting bailing out my brain
Red light flash then stop I smash Abraxas, hydroplane, massive
Catch this flight flow raining madness, mastered mine and laced
The ave with black cat fish tailing waves of stratus
Curb right to far left lane, don't wait for me if I care about anything
Anywhere losing myself I get the stares, what I'm looking at wasn't there
Wasn't there, wasn't there, wasn't there, wasn't there
[Verse 3]
Nothing out there can't stay inside
Hit the bar, sleep deprived who drove the car
I'm still alive, up in smoke, moon was low, how'd you know
Didn't say I did, whose is this? You know what this is? But do you know?
[Verse 4]
Get, get, get, get, got, got, got, got
Blood rush to my head bit hot lock
Popping off the fucking block knot
Clocking wrist slit watch bent thought bot
[Verse 5]
Fly inside out rot them big shot simp slot shit but a one hit quick stop
[Verse 6]
So many ways to skin the frame remember when first got strange
Now just think it life obey so what comes next right away
Right away, right away, right away, right away
Raise the cup tilt it dry, come black cloud cover the sky
Tongue through pupil of your eye, sickness moves you can't deny
Looking through you mastermind for mercy, man cry
Yeah I'm knowing and you know why nail through mental ever them try
Pigeon hold me get crucified can't clone this here
What's the cost to lose your head without end up lost
Should be asking where's the safe, born with a ski mask on my face
[Verse 7]
Get, get, get, get, got, got, got, got
Blood rush to my head bit hot lock
Popping off the fucking block knot
Clocking wrist slit watch bent thought bot
Uh, yeah
[Verse 8]
Lycanthropic manic cycles, fire water, burning bibles
Wake up raging, call a taxi, take me to the nearest city
Cell light up yeah get at me, make it quick though, blood, I'm busy
Get busy, get busy, get busy, get busy
Drilled a hole into my head, pierced the bone and felt the breeze
Lift my thoughts out them sick bed, with a pair of crow skeleton wings
Know nothing since then it seems, been floating through the nexus
Threading dreams, but did you know? Yeah
[Verse 9]
Get, get, get, get, got, got, got, got
Blood rush to my head bit hot lock
Popping off the fucking block knot
Clocking wrist slit watch bent thought bot
Get, get, get, get, got, got, got, got
Blood rush to my head bit hot lock
Popping off the fucking block knot
Clocking wrist slit watch bent thought bot
Written by: Andy Morin, Stefan Burnett, Zach Hill