Lyricist : Parker Makani Bata/Dream/Andrew Goldstein/Jesse St. John Geller
Composer : Parker Makani Bata/Dream/Andrew Goldstein/Jesse St. John Geller
Simple story about a man that got framed on a wall
Had a picture and a name and a number to call
They started ringing started singing out his name in the hall
No one wondered if he did it at all
There’s a mob at the door it’s about to get bloody
Had some friends by his side who were actin’ real funny
They said the town’s outside and it ain’t even sunny
And the bounty is a whole lot of money
He's sweating, he's bleeding, he's having trouble breathing
His friends died, there's no time he ain't even grieving
He's kickin, he's screaming, but he can take the beating, so he just keeps repeating
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Stab me in my back my friend
Fill me with adrenaline
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Kick me I’ll get up again
Fill me with adrenaline
He’s getting up, yeah he's getting up
He's lookin’ rough, he bout had enough
And so he stands, puts down his hands
Tries to be a man, tries to be a man
But there's a place in his mind where he's still just a kid
And he knows that he's grown, but they're under his skin
Cause the scars on his back, fits the knife in his ribs
Trades an eye for an eye and a fist for a fist
He's sweating, he's bleeding, he's having trouble breathing
His friends died, there's no time he ain't even grieving
He's kickin, he's screaming, but he can take the beating, so he just keeps repeating
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Stab me in my back my friend
Fill me with adrenaline
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Kick me I’ll get up again
Fill me with adrenaline
Yeah
Outside tryna mind my business
Whole town tryna bring me down like
Guess I can’t trust nobody in it
Looking up when they tryna make me look bad
Two faces, which do I look at?
Aint it crazy how the lames ducking never put em up but seem to love to jab
My house, my car, take all I have
My friends to foes, the clothes off my back
When they burn it all to a crisp
Ima build it back up again
Ain't no pit stops on this road trip
Only fuel we got is adrenaline
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Stab me in my back my friend
Fill me with adrenaline
My arms, my legs, my heart, my skull
My brain, my blood, but not my soul
Kick me I’ll get up again
Fill me with adrenaline
(Adrenaline)
(Adrenaline)
(Adrenaline)
