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@ Dylan C
2026-06-04 07:05:44
Paroles
(Verse 1)
Woke up at 4 AM, the sky is pitch black
My muscles screaming, got a target on my back
I’m chugging down a gallon till I feel like I might drown
And if I miss a single drop, I gotta tear the whole thing down
Outside it’s pouring rain, but I’m lacing up my shoes
They call it mental toughness, I just call it the blues
Ten pages of a book I don’t even wanna read
I’m running out of sanity, I’m running out of steam.
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Verse 2)
My friends are out there laughing, having dinner downtown
I’m chewing on plain chicken with a miserable frown
Two workouts in a day, yeah, my bones are turning to dust
I’m pushing through the pain because they tell me that I must
Don’t talk to me about a cheat day, don't look me in the eye
If I have to start at Day One again, I swear I'm gonna cry.
I’m staring at the mirror, trying to fake a little pride
But I am so exhausted, and I’m dying deep inside.
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Bridge)
Oh, I’m breaking down, yeah I’m breaking down
Every time the sun comes up, I wear a heavier crown
Is it discipline or torture? Man, the line is getting blurred
I’m losing my damn mind with every single printed word
Just a drop of rain, just a drop of sweat
How many days are left? I’m trying to forget!
(Guitar / Brass Solo)
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Outro)
Yeah, destroying my mental health
I need a break...
Just give me a damn break...
Seventy-five ways to lose my mind.
(Fade out on a heavy piano chord)
Woke up at 4 AM, the sky is pitch black
My muscles screaming, got a target on my back
I’m chugging down a gallon till I feel like I might drown
And if I miss a single drop, I gotta tear the whole thing down
Outside it’s pouring rain, but I’m lacing up my shoes
They call it mental toughness, I just call it the blues
Ten pages of a book I don’t even wanna read
I’m running out of sanity, I’m running out of steam.
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Verse 2)
My friends are out there laughing, having dinner downtown
I’m chewing on plain chicken with a miserable frown
Two workouts in a day, yeah, my bones are turning to dust
I’m pushing through the pain because they tell me that I must
Don’t talk to me about a cheat day, don't look me in the eye
If I have to start at Day One again, I swear I'm gonna cry.
I’m staring at the mirror, trying to fake a little pride
But I am so exhausted, and I’m dying deep inside.
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Bridge)
Oh, I’m breaking down, yeah I’m breaking down
Every time the sun comes up, I wear a heavier crown
Is it discipline or torture? Man, the line is getting blurred
I’m losing my damn mind with every single printed word
Just a drop of rain, just a drop of sweat
How many days are left? I’m trying to forget!
(Guitar / Brass Solo)
(Chorus)
Seventy-five days of this self-inflicted hell
I’m locked inside a prison, but I built the damn cell
No sugar in my coffee, no whiskey in my glass
Just taking daily pictures while I’m kicking my own ass
They said I’d find my glory, they said I’d find my wealth
But I’m just out here destroying my own mental health.
(Outro)
Yeah, destroying my mental health
I need a break...
Just give me a damn break...
Seventy-five ways to lose my mind.
(Fade out on a heavy piano chord)
Style de Musique
soulful pop, gritty bluesy male vocal, retro soul, brass section, emotional and raspy delivery, driving mid-tempo rhythm, piano-driven, R&B influences, intense, passionate