[Intro: Connor Quest!]
Can you hear it? Woo! It's the Drums of Liberation, baby, you know what that means
[Chorus: Connor Quest!]
I've hit my peak
Heart's been racing, I don't get no sleep
Tempo raising making them off beat
Heard it, I'm loud, never turning it down, I've hit my-hit my-hit my peak
Heart's been racing, I don't get no sleep
Tempo raising making them off beat
Heard it, I'm loud, never turning it down, I've hit my-hit my-hit my
[Verse 1: Connor Quest!]
Flubber rubber rubbed the covered in butter
Bumping a bump 'till the number, barababum, be the drummer, and I'mma
Carry this like Dumb and Dumber, your club isn't gonna cut it
I'mma cut above the grunts and your underling runts
You gon' need Gundam gunners companied with tungsten cutters
And a hundred others, or become a stuffed dragon skin rug
I've seen above the tundra that Colombus discovered
No instruction, compass, just my gut, my tum is rumbling, thunderous
I've been down for the count, floundering drowned
Ploughed to the ground, I could've bowed, threw in the towel
But losing doesn't suit my style, so I'm shrouded in clouds
A weather warning when I'm warring, call the MET, I'm metamorphing
Set of organs that'll blurt like church pipes
I whirl like turbines, I'm earning my birthright
I'm curving my own curse 'cause I've been flirting with purgatory
Kick the reaper to curb a burst of speed to hurl me further 'till
Can you hear it? Woo! It's the Drums of Liberation, baby, you know what that means
[Chorus: Connor Quest!]
I've hit my peak
Heart's been racing, I don't get no sleep
Tempo raising making them off beat
Heard it, I'm loud, never turning it down, I've hit my-hit my-hit my peak
Heart's been racing, I don't get no sleep
Tempo raising making them off beat
Heard it, I'm loud, never turning it down, I've hit my-hit my-hit my
[Verse 1: Connor Quest!]
Flubber rubber rubbed the covered in butter
Bumping a bump 'till the number, barababum, be the drummer, and I'mma
Carry this like Dumb and Dumber, your club isn't gonna cut it
I'mma cut above the grunts and your underling runts
You gon' need Gundam gunners companied with tungsten cutters
And a hundred others, or become a stuffed dragon skin rug
I've seen above the tundra that Colombus discovered
No instruction, compass, just my gut, my tum is rumbling, thunderous
I've been down for the count, floundering drowned
Ploughed to the ground, I could've bowed, threw in the towel
But losing doesn't suit my style, so I'm shrouded in clouds
A weather warning when I'm warring, call the MET, I'm metamorphing
Set of organs that'll blurt like church pipes
I whirl like turbines, I'm earning my birthright
I'm curving my own curse 'cause I've been flirting with purgatory
Kick the reaper to curb a burst of speed to hurl me further 'till
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