bassline junky

Lyrics

(Intro)
Listen the fuck up. Gather 'round.
It’s goddamn storytime.
I’ve got a confession to make, and it ain't fucking pretty.
I tried to hide it, tried to fight it, but it’s time to face the truth.
Yeah... I’m a junky.
A straight up, unapologetic junky.
You can see it in my eyes when the fucking room starts to shake.
I’m addicted to that bass.
I’m a bassline junky.
​(Verse 1)
It started back in the day, just an innocent kid,
Didn't know what a low frequency did.
Walking past a car, windows rattling the street,
Felt a physical punch from the soul of the beat.
My ribcage was vibrating, heart out of time,
I didn't give a shit about a melody or rhyme.
I just needed that thump, that sub-bass rumble,
The kind of heavy pressure makes a skyscraper crumble.
Now I’m hunting for the fix, scanning every single track,
Once that sub hits your spine, there is no going back.
My friends say I'm losing my goddamn mind,
'Cause if it ain't hitting forty Hertz, I leave it behind.
​(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m a junky!
Straight up, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
Don't give me no treble, don't give me no synth,
I've been trapped in this groove since the day it commence.
Yeah, I’m a fucking junky!
Can't stop, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
When the sub-woofer breathes, that’s my only escape,
Shaking up the floorboards, altering the landscape.
​(Verse 2)
Let me tell you a story about last fucking night.
I walked into the venue, everything seemed light.
But then the DJ loaded up the track,
I saw the speaker cones pushing all the way back.
I felt it in my shins first, creeping up my knees,
A twelve-inch driver bringing giants to their knees.
The room started blurring, my vision went hazy,
People on the floor going absolutely crazy.
The bartender’s glasses are smashing off the shelf,
I’m standing in the middle, just nodding to myself.
They're sipping on liquor to feel a little fine?
Man, I'm getting wasted on a dirty bassline.
It’s a sickness, a habit, a beautiful curse,
Every time the drop happens, it just gets worse.
​(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m a junky!
Straight up, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
Don't give me no treble, don't give me no synth,
I've been trapped in this groove since the day it commence.
Yeah, I’m a fucking junky!
Can't stop, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
When the sub-woofer breathes, that’s my only escape,
Shaking up the floorboards, altering the landscape.
​(Verse 3)
My landlord is pissed, knocking hard on my door,
Says the plaster is dropping right onto his floor.
He’s threatening police, saying "turn that shit down!"
But I’m deaf to his threats when the sine waves drown.
I bought bigger amps, stacked the cabs to the roof,
If you think I am playing, well here is the proof:
The cops showed up twice, said they felt the vibration,
Three blocks away at the main transit station.
They can handcuff my wrists, they can throw me in jail,
But they can't stop the rhythm that’s making me fail.
It’s a chemical rush with no pills and no smoke,
Just a massive vibration that’s making me choke.
I'm a slave to the sub, I'm a prisoner of sound,
Lock me up in a vault six feet underground.
​(Bridge)
(Bass strips back, slow and heavy)
Can you feel it?
Down in your gut.
In your throat.
It’s a sickness.
They want me to go to rehab.
They want me to sit in a circle and talk about my problems.
But my only problem is... the volume knob doesn't go any fucking higher.
I don't want help. I want more power.
Give me that low-end.
Give it to me fucking raw.
​(Guitar/Synth breakdown imitation - pure heavy rhythm)
Boom. Thump. Shake the fucking room.
Boom. Thump. Face your fucking doom.
​(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m a junky!
Straight up, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
Don't give me no treble, don't give me no synth,
I've been trapped in this groove since the day it commence.
Yeah, I’m a fucking junky!
Can't stop, a junky!
Addicted to that bass, I'm a bassline junky.
When the sub-woofer breathes, that’s my only escape,
Shaking up the floorboards, altering the landscape.
​(Outro)
Yeah. A straight up junky.
Can't rehab this shit.
Don't fucking want to.
Just turn the sub up... and let it ride.
Addicted to that bass.
Louder.
Lower.
Fuck everything else.
A straight up junky.