Yeah I'm deaf some days and all I do is crap, ah, yeah
And I'm blind some days so I hit my head a lot
And this causes a lot of damage in my brain
So the only thing that I can do that helps
Is bust out some organ
And even then I'm crying my eyes out
Because what is this fuckin' accent
Fuckin' Arnold Schwarzenegger type beat makes me sick, yo
But at least I'm having fun yeeeah
And I don't know anyone yeeeah
Who makes shit happen like I do yeeeah
So I say fuck it I'm gonna let loose
Fuck superstition
I put vocals on channel 13
And here we go
So I say fuck it I'm gonna let loose
I don't know what made you think that I'd wear pants
While I'm in my bedroom making these tunes
Ahh, and somedays I'm thinking I found a holy grail
But when I fucking switch this computer back on to listen
To what I made up the next day
Yeah exactly
Then I want nothing more than to fucking bail
And to get rid of what I made in the pits of hell
So I say fuck it I'm a let loose
And here we go
And I would settle for Mordor
Throw it in Frodo
So I say fuck it I'm a let loose, yeah
And here we go
This pile of ash is what I call
Musical Instruments, they go like
I'm not gonna do this again, or do I?
I say fuck, I'm gonna let... naaaah
Writer(s): Andreas Plab
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