Loudest by Too Birds Lyrics
[Hook: Realname]
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck
[V1: Realname]
Burn bridges on an island stuck
I am struck
Legendary, it’s temporary
Then cemetery and we piling up for the next ones
On the spectrum, this planet is barely a breadcrumb
And people are basically bed bugs
And in the end I’m just momentum
And then some
Damn sun in my retinas
Hungry but fed up
Bumping these tantrums, like fuck it’s my mantra
Getting drunk on some red rum
Dead hunting the end out come on the self destruct button
No more jokes for my cohorts fuck ‘em
We keep the ice unbroken
Shrugging nice off choking myself
Life sucks I’m so done
We food for live bugs grubs on my eye crust
Mind in the mud
Dud landmine with a slump no compass
Just guts, eyes and a hunch
Rise of the dunces, live at the bus stop
Unload ‘em blow dust off my dome and blow up lots
Punks get pumped off my buckshot, cause
[Hook: Realname & Teether]
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck
Burn bridges on an island stuck
Dwell in a physical slump, visible ditch
Cool when I'm stirring it up, end of my shift
Back of my skull cut, hit it on null
Stick to the littlest toll, heating my soul up
Wince when I roll, stuck in the shallowest hole
Holding the door shut
[V2: Teether]
Slow down, put my phone down and separate the bond
Critique the aura 'til the dawn
It's all wrong
Vicious dreams circle overhead
I watch them leave me spun and reeling
Fleeing tragedies I see
Could easily be them or me
Count my lucky stars from thumb to ring
Suspended with brief bouts of must be destiny
My skills will reach the head so fleetingly
Repeatedly, remind myself of evils singing loudest
Turn the cheek when biding power, grind them into finest powder
Pounds of hatred guzzled every hour
Binge and purge, bulimic urges every shower
Heal with us, I truly doubt they're
'Bout it 'til the outro credits
Come untimely, entire life pathetic
Every time I've said it's cold out there I meant it
[Outro: Teether & Mr. Society]
No more
We are dying
I can't breathe
I can't see
I can't leave
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck
[V1: Realname]
Burn bridges on an island stuck
I am struck
Legendary, it’s temporary
Then cemetery and we piling up for the next ones
On the spectrum, this planet is barely a breadcrumb
And people are basically bed bugs
And in the end I’m just momentum
And then some
Damn sun in my retinas
Hungry but fed up
Bumping these tantrums, like fuck it’s my mantra
Getting drunk on some red rum
Dead hunting the end out come on the self destruct button
No more jokes for my cohorts fuck ‘em
We keep the ice unbroken
Shrugging nice off choking myself
Life sucks I’m so done
We food for live bugs grubs on my eye crust
Mind in the mud
Dud landmine with a slump no compass
Just guts, eyes and a hunch
Rise of the dunces, live at the bus stop
Unload ‘em blow dust off my dome and blow up lots
Punks get pumped off my buckshot, cause
[Hook: Realname & Teether]
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck
Burn bridges on an island stuck
Dwell in a physical slump, visible ditch
Cool when I'm stirring it up, end of my shift
Back of my skull cut, hit it on null
Stick to the littlest toll, heating my soul up
Wince when I roll, stuck in the shallowest hole
Holding the door shut
[V2: Teether]
Slow down, put my phone down and separate the bond
Critique the aura 'til the dawn
It's all wrong
Vicious dreams circle overhead
I watch them leave me spun and reeling
Fleeing tragedies I see
Could easily be them or me
Count my lucky stars from thumb to ring
Suspended with brief bouts of must be destiny
My skills will reach the head so fleetingly
Repeatedly, remind myself of evils singing loudest
Turn the cheek when biding power, grind them into finest powder
Pounds of hatred guzzled every hour
Binge and purge, bulimic urges every shower
Heal with us, I truly doubt they're
'Bout it 'til the outro credits
Come untimely, entire life pathetic
Every time I've said it's cold out there I meant it
[Outro: Teether & Mr. Society]
No more
We are dying
I can't breathe
I can't see
I can't leave