Resurrect
By Youth // Service (2020)
On album Out Of Focus (2020)
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[Hook: Julian Terblanche]
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
[Verse 1: Brady Miller]
Imma flop like cruncher
Imma drop like under
Imma swap my sister
Imma stop big brother
I'm stuck with my family
But I chose my homies
Grab that Grammy
None of y'all really know me
But I own me
Y'all owe me
Tryna be David Bowie
Yeah
[Verse 2: Liam Kelly]
Who let the dogs out, this the dog house
Turn this shit up loud so we can crawl out
Tryna space out, shut the brain down
Overthinking for a minute gonna meltdown
We on top the race, I can't feel my face
Like it's the weekend bitch and it's a Thursday
I sleep at mid morning, you got a kid crawling
You still out here getting carded for milk bottle
Spicy amatriciana got me tripping out
Take her to the Benihana now she putting out
Peel her off me ‘fore I gotta lock it down cos I'm
Too young to be caring for a child like
Pull up at my table imma shout a sake
Flying high like a phoenix yeah I'm feeling like I'm Joaquin
I'm a free bird, first flight like Rocky
Get me out ASAP (ASAP)
Counting prayer beads, we ain't sanctified
Praying for a higher being fore we're crucified
Fill a lake with holy water gonna need it
666 on hoodie boy I gotta heed it
‘Fatuated with the finer things I'll never have
Earning money just to spend it on another gram
Or flying out to see the people I'd never meet
Empty promises you know where I'll be all week
All encompassin' all around me
Flash back to times ‘fore you found me
I'm just tryna make it it easy to suppress the thoughts
Stead of looking to the past to progress my heart
Feared death so much I started living life
Flying over five ways while I fantasise
Nothing cuts deeper than a papercut
But how deep when your cut dries up bitch
[Hook: Julian Terblanche]
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
[Verse 3: Domingo Kite]
Shoebox in my closet, on the inside there it holds proof
Traces of the incidents and the events I pulled through
The surgery, the accident, the misery, I won't lose
I am a survivor, it's a mantra, not some old news yeah
I don't plan on going back
Back in highschool, feeling awkward, not the man
Now I'm going sicko mode, but the doubt still lingers that
I'll kill off my spirit, this time it won't resurrect
Dirges in the air, had to change the station
Went and turned my fear into motivation
Imma punk myself prove that I can make it
Don't prepare a whole speech, just go and say it
Regret is poison, careful what your eating up
Had to ask myself if it was worth it trying to keep the buzz
You're your own Hitman, feeding the acedia
Another dead name in the John Wikipedia
[Verse 4: Ali]
I be feeling dry and hella lousy i'm sick of all the pouting
Gotta get some cream cause ash rules everything around me
Nigga cut the c just like a section cos we pregnant with success hop in the Audi
Fresh like bounty
Championship rings like Kyle Lowry
How the vision from the couch be i'm doubtful
Self esteem buried in the quicksand reaching out for help with just a Van
Vleet wingspan
I just really gotta free myself, like a kickstand
Kick back relax, I know that life is just like six flags
Went from having a six pack to looking like i'm sipping six packs a day
I know that thats a reach like im jamming in space
I'm just saying i was active
Now i'm just potato chip snacking
Rapping really be the shit that gimme passion
Ever since we made Cactus, i just knew that we'd be smashing
Shining like medallions in a fashion magazine
Speaking of magazines we be on that vex shit
We be on that next shit
Imma dip like dressing
Youth // Service don't play but that's the shit you be pressing uh
[Hook: Julian Terblanche]
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
[Verse 1: Brady Miller]
Imma flop like cruncher
Imma drop like under
Imma swap my sister
Imma stop big brother
I'm stuck with my family
But I chose my homies
Grab that Grammy
None of y'all really know me
But I own me
Y'all owe me
Tryna be David Bowie
Yeah
[Verse 2: Liam Kelly]
Who let the dogs out, this the dog house
Turn this shit up loud so we can crawl out
Tryna space out, shut the brain down
Overthinking for a minute gonna meltdown
We on top the race, I can't feel my face
Like it's the weekend bitch and it's a Thursday
I sleep at mid morning, you got a kid crawling
You still out here getting carded for milk bottle
Spicy amatriciana got me tripping out
Take her to the Benihana now she putting out
Peel her off me ‘fore I gotta lock it down cos I'm
Too young to be caring for a child like
Pull up at my table imma shout a sake
Flying high like a phoenix yeah I'm feeling like I'm Joaquin
I'm a free bird, first flight like Rocky
Get me out ASAP (ASAP)
Counting prayer beads, we ain't sanctified
Praying for a higher being fore we're crucified
Fill a lake with holy water gonna need it
666 on hoodie boy I gotta heed it
‘Fatuated with the finer things I'll never have
Earning money just to spend it on another gram
Or flying out to see the people I'd never meet
Empty promises you know where I'll be all week
All encompassin' all around me
Flash back to times ‘fore you found me
I'm just tryna make it it easy to suppress the thoughts
Stead of looking to the past to progress my heart
Feared death so much I started living life
Flying over five ways while I fantasise
Nothing cuts deeper than a papercut
But how deep when your cut dries up bitch
[Hook: Julian Terblanche]
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
[Verse 3: Domingo Kite]
Shoebox in my closet, on the inside there it holds proof
Traces of the incidents and the events I pulled through
The surgery, the accident, the misery, I won't lose
I am a survivor, it's a mantra, not some old news yeah
I don't plan on going back
Back in highschool, feeling awkward, not the man
Now I'm going sicko mode, but the doubt still lingers that
I'll kill off my spirit, this time it won't resurrect
Dirges in the air, had to change the station
Went and turned my fear into motivation
Imma punk myself prove that I can make it
Don't prepare a whole speech, just go and say it
Regret is poison, careful what your eating up
Had to ask myself if it was worth it trying to keep the buzz
You're your own Hitman, feeding the acedia
Another dead name in the John Wikipedia
[Verse 4: Ali]
I be feeling dry and hella lousy i'm sick of all the pouting
Gotta get some cream cause ash rules everything around me
Nigga cut the c just like a section cos we pregnant with success hop in the Audi
Fresh like bounty
Championship rings like Kyle Lowry
How the vision from the couch be i'm doubtful
Self esteem buried in the quicksand reaching out for help with just a Van
Vleet wingspan
I just really gotta free myself, like a kickstand
Kick back relax, I know that life is just like six flags
Went from having a six pack to looking like i'm sipping six packs a day
I know that thats a reach like im jamming in space
I'm just saying i was active
Now i'm just potato chip snacking
Rapping really be the shit that gimme passion
Ever since we made Cactus, i just knew that we'd be smashing
Shining like medallions in a fashion magazine
Speaking of magazines we be on that vex shit
We be on that next shit
Imma dip like dressing
Youth // Service don't play but that's the shit you be pressing uh
[Hook: Julian Terblanche]
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're fucked if you think I ain't want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
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