3OH!3 - LAST BREATH lyrics

[Intro] Haway Ladies and Gentlemen Weighing in at a combined 350 pounds Standing 12 feet 9 inches tall From Boulder, Colora— 3OH!3 3OH!3 3OH! [Chorus: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte] Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb Sick of feeling like we're living by the gun Over being cautious under all the stress Drowning in the bullsh*t with this last breath [Verse 1: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte] Things have gone and changed up, yeah Used to have a top eight, yeah Now I got this sinking feeling Bite down while the snake skin's peeling We right here Petey Pablo gonna spin his shirt like a helicopter You can take it off Rub it on your skin like some peanut bu*ter, spread it on, lick it off Wait right there, woo, take a second look around Who's gonna be the one you're gonna trust When your metal fingers rust And you're digging deeper, deeper underground, underground? [Chorus: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte] Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb Sick of feeling like we're living by the gun Over being cautious under all the stress Drowning in the bullsh*t with this last breath [Verse 2: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte] Switch the hitter for the pitcher, yeah Sell the soul and get much richer, yeah Now I got this chipped-up shoulder Redder than the Devil's bo*er We right here Natty drop a beat on your face like an older brother You can soak it in Put it in your mouth like a vitamin, su*k it in, spit it out Don't move so fast, psych Maybe you should pick it up, speed it up, show me that you give a fu*k 'Cause I been sitting here waiting Waiting on your boyfriend to eat him up, eat him up, eat him up