Backup Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 f*cking lame
I'm just boy whose tryna figure it out, it out, it out
Well maybe this is f*cking 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 f*cking human don't forget that when you're making your requests

[Chorus]
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 [Verse 2]
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 f*cking try
'cause death is creepin' right behind
I see him sitting in the corner lookin' oh so f*cking 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

[Chorus]
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

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