Discover the poetic beauty in ‘hand crushed by a mallet’ by 100 gecs. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 100 gecs or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I was trying to find a way to kill time
I didn’t even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you’re gone and I can’t ever say goodbye
This feeling’s going to my head
I’m thinking things I shouldn’t say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn’t go another day
This feeling’s going to my head
I’m thinking things I shouldn’t say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn’t go, go, go, go
Oh my god, what the f*ck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain’t scared, think there’s more
What the f*ck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don’t want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Didn’t wanna hurt no one (no one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you’re lookin’ for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She’s workin’ in my mind
And you’re lookin’ for a way to crush, it’s not enough
You fucked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin’
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin’ business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I’ll never go
I’ll haunt your studio
You won’t think of words
When you write it up
You’ll just hear
Me singing this song
You’ll think that’s okay
You’ll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn’t me, I’d copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn’t me, I’d copy me too