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The official press page for Vibe Killer by Kieran Simkin.
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Catalogue
Recording identifiers
- QZTAZ2600630
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Official cover artwork
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Lyrics
Official lyrics for Vibe Killer.
Vibe Killer
Glade fest, sun on my face
Crew on a wave, no sleep, just bass
Back-and-forth chat, constant clash
Side-eye sass but she still came back
Pulled out green like 'yo, let's spark'
Zoot getting lit, that citrus bark
Half that burned in a boxed-up tent
Heads all spun, yeah, fully bent
Head on my lap, she's laid back, loose
I lean in slow, feel that juice
Close contact, yeah, tension flew
Then my gut said 'nah, not you'
Couldn't move 'cause I needed a poo
Mad bad timing, what can man do
Ran to the loos, yeah, them ones peak
Gut doing flips, couldn't even speak
Came back quick but the vibe was dead
Empty tent, just sheets and thread
Missed that moment, yeah, lost that tune
All 'cause I had to go drop that poo — vibe killer
Coulda got laid but I had to take a shit — vibe killer
Coulda got laid but I had to take a shit — vibe killer
Coulda got laid but I had to take a shit — vibe killer
Coulda got laid but I had to take a shit — vibe killer
Silly things, kill the vibe
To the left, to the right
Toilet runs, dogs with toys
Timing off, no choice
Silly things, kill the vibe
Festival chaos, bedroom trips
Life be laughing while we slip — vibe killer
Next ting, soft with a slower pace
My girl at the time, familiar face
New little bond, we test, we try
Late night talks, no need to lie
Lights went low, then we both got gone
Knocked out quick 'til the early morn'
Didn't clock what I left in sight
One small slip from the night before light
Wake to noise, yeah, voices rise
Muffled tones and shocked replies
Dog downstairs on a proud little stroll
Tail on swing like he's in control
Not slippers, nah, he switched that role
Mad little flex with a risky goal
Pads right in where her dad just rose
Yeah, man already knows
Woke up quick, she's losing control
Mad mad tension filling the whole
Dog in the room with a mad little show
Strutting 'round like he don't even know
Her dad froze up, face set like stone
She went red, couldn't hold her tone
Mad little scene that nobody chose
Oh shit, the dog got the dildo — vibe killer
The dog got the dildo — vibe killer
The dog got the dildo — vibe killer
The dog got the dildo — vibe killer
The dog got the dildo — vibe killer
Timing's peak, yeah, life don't wait
One small slip, now you're too late
From tent-side loss to household blows
That's just how bad timing goes