[00:00.00] 作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
[00:14.32]Got some money in my pocket
[00:16.35]But that doesn't make a difference at all, at all, at all
[00:21.70]This isn't fame I'm ****ing lame
[00:23.80]I'm just boy whose tryna figure it out, it out, it out
[00:28.94]Well maybe this is ****ing it
[00:31.30]The audience has turned against
[00:33.12]They wanna justify the creepin' and leak my mom's home address
[00:36.90]The paranoia rises best when your words sit inside my chest
[00:40.67]I'm ****ing human don't forget that when you're making your requests
[00:44.92]I've got my hands up
[00:46.71]You've got your hands on your gun
[00:52.14]Calling for backup
[00:54.19]I'm not the only one
[00:59.37]I've got a question
[01:01.54]Does torturing me sound fun
[01:06.51]Yeah, you take out your stress
[01:08.76]By punching holes out of everyone
[01:29.11]Got some whiskey in my cup
[01:31.18]But I don't think that it's enough at all, at all, at all
[01:36.46]This isn't me I tell myself
[01:38.68]I constantly worry about my health, whoa oh oh
[01:43.94]Well maybe I should ****ing try
[01:46.19]'cause death is creepin' right behind
[01:48.18]I see him sitting in the corner lookin' oh so ****ing sly
[01:51.78]Anxiety is on the rise when he's constantly on my mind
[01:55.59]I fear the day is finally coming where I meet my own demise
[02:00.04]I've got my hands up
[02:01.71]You've got your hands on your gun
[02:07.31]Calling for backup
[02:09.33]I'm not the only one
[02:14.63]I've got a question
[02:16.51]Does torturing me sound fun
[02:21.73]Yeah, you take out your stress
[02:23.91]By punching holes out of everyone
作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
Got some money in my pocket
But that doesn't make a difference at all, at all, at all
This isn't fame I'm ****ing lame
I'm just boy whose tryna figure it out, it out, it out
Well maybe this is ****ing it
The audience has turned against
They wanna justify the creepin' and leak my mom's home address
The paranoia rises best when your words sit inside my chest
I'm ****ing human don't forget that when you're making your requests
I've got my hands up
You've got your hands on your gun
Calling for backup
I'm not the only one
I've got a question
Does torturing me sound fun
Yeah, you take out your stress
By punching holes out of everyone
Got some whiskey in my cup
But I don't think that it's enough at all, at all, at all
This isn't me I tell myself
I constantly worry about my health, whoa oh oh
Well maybe I should ****ing try
'cause death is creepin' right behind
I see him sitting in the corner lookin' oh so ****ing sly
Anxiety is on the rise when he's constantly on my mind
I fear the day is finally coming where I meet my own demise
I've got my hands up
You've got your hands on your gun
Calling for backup
I'm not the only one
I've got a question
Does torturing me sound fun
Yeah, you take out your stress
By punching holes out of everyone