King of Minneapolis, Pt. I & II
๐ต 2005 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:27 duration
๐ ID: 5198976
๐ Lyrics
We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter.
To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather.
You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
I finally drank myself to death.
Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying.
"My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying.
You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her.
I should be old enough to know (better better)
And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness.
I finally drank myself to death.
It's turned to laughs.
I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
It's twenty-two degrees.
I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head.
Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill.
Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade.
I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
And it feels like heroin.
I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition.
And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better.
And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult
But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better.
And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again.
And it feels like there's nothing left at all
To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather.
You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
I finally drank myself to death.
Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying.
"My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying.
You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her.
I should be old enough to know (better better)
And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness.
I finally drank myself to death.
It's turned to laughs.
I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
It's twenty-two degrees.
I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head.
Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill.
Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade.
I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
And it feels like heroin.
I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition.
And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better.
And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult
But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better.
And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again.
And it feels like there's nothing left at all
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.15] We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter.
[00:10.91] To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather.
[00:13.67] You built this up your head. The pressure.
[00:15.51] Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
[00:18.26] Well, I relaxed with liquor.
[00:19.18] The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
[00:21.89] It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
[00:24.67] I finally drank myself to death.
[00:29.30] Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying.
[00:33.83] "My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying.
[00:37.51] You built this up your head. The pressure.
[00:39.41] Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
[00:40.38] Well, I relaxed with liquor.
[00:42.20] The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
[00:44.95] It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
[00:49.55] Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her.
[00:51.35] I should be old enough to know (better better)
[00:53.15] And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
[00:55.08] SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
[00:56.82] This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness.
[01:05.92] I finally drank myself to death.
[01:15.13] It's turned to laughs.
[01:16.09] I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
[01:17.03] It's twenty-two degrees.
[01:19.80] I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
[01:24.32] I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head.
[01:47.03] Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill.
[01:54.38] Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade.
[01:59.77] I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again.
[02:19.75] Over and over and over and over again.
[02:25.19] And it feels like heroin.
[02:27.83] I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition.
[02:36.97] And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
[02:43.26] Where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better.
[02:49.65] And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult
[02:55.03] But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better.
[03:02.35] And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again.
[03:15.04] And it feels like there's nothing left at all
[03:21.50]
[00:10.91] To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather.
[00:13.67] You built this up your head. The pressure.
[00:15.51] Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
[00:18.26] Well, I relaxed with liquor.
[00:19.18] The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
[00:21.89] It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
[00:24.67] I finally drank myself to death.
[00:29.30] Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying.
[00:33.83] "My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying.
[00:37.51] You built this up your head. The pressure.
[00:39.41] Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
[00:40.38] Well, I relaxed with liquor.
[00:42.20] The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
[00:44.95] It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
[00:49.55] Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her.
[00:51.35] I should be old enough to know (better better)
[00:53.15] And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
[00:55.08] SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
[00:56.82] This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness.
[01:05.92] I finally drank myself to death.
[01:15.13] It's turned to laughs.
[01:16.09] I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
[01:17.03] It's twenty-two degrees.
[01:19.80] I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
[01:24.32] I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head.
[01:47.03] Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill.
[01:54.38] Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade.
[01:59.77] I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again.
[02:19.75] Over and over and over and over again.
[02:25.19] And it feels like heroin.
[02:27.83] I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition.
[02:36.97] And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
[02:43.26] Where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better.
[02:49.65] And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult
[02:55.03] But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better.
[03:02.35] And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again.
[03:15.04] And it feels like there's nothing left at all
[03:21.50]