[Intro] Yung Germ CRCL I wish everyone lived in a dystopia Acid in the cracks of the vertebrae Float a little closer to Andromeda Then we all go to war now Flowers pushing cracks in a concrete up Can not find the maker, kill the messenger A little more space up in Valhalla (Huh, uh) Cause we are surely war bound And all the grenades we catchin' They're going off in our hands And all the grenades we catchin' They're going off once again And all the grenades are floatin' They going up in the air You're scared I'm scared No one can help you now A little more drugs from the peddler Back ball brawls fuck your collar up Lesser than you were was a professional Now you're on the floor now The alcohol you're chasing What's going on to your head? The mixes that you're making like a bartender And nobody near here wants to bring a problem up The alcohol you're chasing What's going on to your head? The mixes that you're making like a bartender And nobody near here wants to bring a problem up And all the grenades we catchin' They're going off in our hands And all the grenades we catchin' They're going off once again And all the grenades are floatin' They going up in the air You're scared I'm scared No one can help you now
no it's about our vices. we're catching grenades by killing ourselves in these ways. we go to war with ourselves. the grenades go off in the end, and it's scary, nobody can help you. the "alcohol you're mixing like a bartender" line made me think this person was mixing liquors, beers, and whatever to get drunk. so it's a person struggling with strong vices such as drugs or alcohol, they're too far gone and scared that they can't get help. everyone is aware of the problem at hand but nobody wants to address it. in the end things always go bad on that path: that's what i get from this song at least.
Honestly in love with this sound. Another good one from Zilla
[Intro]
Yung Germ
CRCL
I wish everyone lived in a dystopia
Acid in the cracks of the vertebrae
Float a little closer to Andromeda
Then we all go to war now
Flowers pushing cracks in a concrete up
Can not find the maker, kill the messenger
A little more space up in Valhalla (Huh, uh)
Cause we are surely war bound
And all the grenades we catchin'
They're going off in our hands
And all the grenades we catchin'
They're going off once again
And all the grenades are floatin'
They going up in the air
You're scared
I'm scared
No one can help you now
A little more drugs from the peddler
Back ball brawls fuck your collar up
Lesser than you were was a professional
Now you're on the floor now
The alcohol you're chasing
What's going on to your head?
The mixes that you're making like a bartender
And nobody near here wants to bring a problem up
The alcohol you're chasing
What's going on to your head?
The mixes that you're making like a bartender
And nobody near here wants to bring a problem up
And all the grenades we catchin'
They're going off in our hands
And all the grenades we catchin'
They're going off once again
And all the grenades are floatin'
They going up in the air
You're scared
I'm scared
No one can help you now
Thank you very much❤
Actually fire
Good topic men, greetings from Argentina.
my algorithm took me to your music jajajajajaja que culiaaaa bastante piola
Hey bro, mira los álbumes de City Morgue, con él, y su compañero que se llama SosMula, las canciones son una delicia
I fuckin love this song
🙏
Is this song about a drunk female bartender with an unknown drug addiction?
idk, zilla has a song abt his car breaking down so could be anything at this point
no it's about our vices. we're catching grenades by killing ourselves in these ways. we go to war with ourselves. the grenades go off in the end, and it's scary, nobody can help you. the "alcohol you're mixing like a bartender" line made me think this person was mixing liquors, beers, and whatever to get drunk. so it's a person struggling with strong vices such as drugs or alcohol, they're too far gone and scared that they can't get help. everyone is aware of the problem at hand but nobody wants to address it. in the end things always go bad on that path: that's what i get from this song at least.