Camp Orchestra / Metallic Taste (Medley | Live in Santa Ana | 2023)

[Part I: Camp Orchestra] [Verse 1] Take from me What you need Tambourine Yeah, you can play but there's a fee You watch your own mama bleed You're like a dog without the teeth You start to play, you're playing slow They start to die, you're playing more I've seen gods die in you [Bridge] Welcome to the orchestra Work [Verse 2] They try to put their drugs in me And give me blinds so I can read The story in front of me 'Cause they don't want none of me I am a doll upon a string They pull it, I have to sing So no work will set me free Nah, no work will set you free [Pre-Chorus 1] To work Work [Chorus] Nah, no work will set you free No work will set you free No work will set you free No work will set you free [Verse 3] Down by the еnd of tracks Live in hell, die by gas Prison cеll, smoking stack Down by the end of tracks Live in hell, die by gas Prison cell, smoking stack I am a doll upon a string They pull it, I have to sing So no work will set you free Nah, no work will set you free To work [Part II: Metallic Taste] [Verse 1] Bad town burn down outta sight New rent get spent, no wrong or right Roll around the blue lights You could see the melting ice Neighbors found 'em leaking out the other night Coulda hit him when he tried to write Pig billy club or the lead pipe Grow out in the east, learned to eat and fight Read and sight the death stares that keep me up at night [Chorus] Tryna roll away New space, new blade, it’s the same thing Happen like it did out in Rockaway I still say, when I hit the grave Sailors moving on his next wage The next blade cut deep Metallic taste, metallic ways like getting beat back in the day But shit has changed, type pentagrade instead of graves They got me thinking 'bout my next wage [Verse 2] And I’m leaning with the blade again Stuck losing friends, buck teeth sinking in My dad said, "Shit is bad, don’t get better than shit been" He prolly right, bet it keep him up at night Covered in the grass, I hopped a green board I cut both hands and they still sore From running through this mosh pit too hard Arms and the body parts coming out the back door [Chorus] I'm tryna roll away New space, new blade, it’s the same thing Happen like it did out in Rockaway I still say, when I hit the grave Sailors moving on his next wage The next blade cut deep Metallic taste, metallic ways like getting beat back in the day But shit has changed, type pentagrade instead of graves They got me thinking 'bout my next wage [Refrain] Sirens shining in, it's so inspiring, cut deep They got me thinking 'bout my next wage Sirens shining in, it's so inspiring They knife sharpening, cut deep They got me thinking 'bout my next wage Cut deep [Part III: Camp Orchestra] [Pre-Chorus 2] Work This is camp orchestra This is camp orchestra Work [Chorus] Nah, no work will set you free Nah, no work will set you free No work will set you free Nah, no work will set you free No work will set you free Nah, no work will set you free No work will set you free Nah, no work will set you free [Outro] To work Work Work