Child Of Device
Bonnie Boy Lyrics
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Got too much pain to even care
Come 40 ounces, 40 winks
Come pass me down another drink
Baby, come on
Body alive, but ah, my head
My head is dead
I work all day into the night
I'm overworked and under-bite
Down double shot, double doublethink
I dribble down another drink
Mama, yes
J-jumpin' Judy, Java Jive
I'm dyin' just to feel alive again
Nowal maybe, b-b-baby, talk me down
I'm underpaid and upper-crust
I'm head-to-toe in fuckin' moon dust baby, yeah
I'm broken-toed and steppin' cracks
I'm turned around and doubled back, back, back
I'm burnin' up and windin' down
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown
I'm passin' out on bended knees
I'm passin' out the new disease like AH, UH
Come loosen up, go get a grip
Come read the braille upon my lips
Mama, please
Two-finger shot, three-finger chase
All cozied up inside a suitcase
Honey bunny, b-b-bread and butter now
I got a heart too big to bearConfetti buried in my hair, yeah
Down double shot, double doublethink
I down a tall one from the shrink
Mama, yes
J-jumpin' Judy, Java Jive
I'm dyin' just to feel alive again
Now maybe, b-b-baby, talk me down
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
In "Child of Device," Bonnie Boy crafts a vivid narrative that explores themes of emotional turmoil, existential fatigue, and the desire for escape through substance use. The opening lines reflect a profound sense of struggle, as the singer reveals a heart burdened by pain, leading to a disconnect between the physical and the mental spheres. The mention of "40 ounces" and "another drink" highlights a reliance on alcohol as a coping mechanism, suggesting a longing to numb the emotional distress that seems overwhelming. The phrase “Body alive, but ah, my head / My head is dead” poignantly illustrates a conflict between being physically present in the world while feeling emotionally and mentally exhausted. This disconnect is a typical symptom of deep-rooted anxieties or depression, with the singer caught in a state of despair despite their bodily presence.
The next stanza portrays the grind of daily life, where the singer feels 'overworked and under-bite,' a clever play on words that suggests being crushed by overwhelming responsibilities and societal expectations. The "double shot, double doublethink" refers not only to the consumption of alcohol or caffeine to cope but also the mental strain of juggling conflicting thoughts. The repetition of “I'm dyin' just to feel alive again” underscores a profound yearning for vitality and a break from the tormented routine. The plea for someone to “talk me down” indicates a desire for support and guidance amidst suffocating feelings, illustrating the human need for connection and understanding, especially in times of mental duress.
As the song progresses, the contrast between physical appearance and internal turmoil becomes increasingly apparent. Phrases like "underpaid and upper-crust" showcase a life that seems successful on the surface while underscoring deeper dissatisfaction and existential crisis. The mention of “moon dust” invokes imagery of disorienting escapism, perhaps alluding to chemical substances or the surreal nature of one's perception clouded by life’s pressures. The singer continues to spiral, feeling “broken-toed and steppin' cracks,” suggesting a fragile state of being and vulnerability. The phrase “nervous breakdown” serves as a crucial turning point in the narrative, signaling a climax of emotional distress, where one’s internal struggles threaten to overwhelm their capacity to cope.
The final stanzas culminate in a visceral expression of surrender to these overwhelming feelings, with the repeated assertion of being a “child of device, vice.” This refrain echoes the earlier themes of reliance on substances to navigate life’s challenges. The concept of being a “child of vice” suggests that the singer feels trapped in a cycle of dependency and ultimately alienation from themselves and their authentic emotions. The vivid imagery of "confetti buried in my hair" encapsulates a notion of lost joy amidst chaos, while the phrase “come read the braille upon my lips” evokes the idea of unspoken pain that can only be understood through close connection and empathy. In this complex tapestry, Bonnie Boy weaves a haunting exploration of vulnerability, the search for relief, and the all-consuming nature of inner conflict, leaving listeners with a stark realization about the nature of coping and isolation.
Line by Line Meaning
I got a heart too big to bear
My emotions and capacity to care for others are overwhelming and difficult to manage.
Got too much pain to even care
The pain I carry inside myself is so intense that it numbs my ability to feel concern for anything else.
Come 40 ounces, 40 winks
I turn to excessive drinking as a means to escape reality and find solace, even if only temporarily.
Come pass me down another drink
Please, bring me another drink to numb my feelings and help me forget my troubles.
Baby, come on
I'm pleading for someone to support me in this struggle.
Body alive, but ah, my head
Physically, I am present and moving, but mentally and emotionally, I am exhausted.
My head is dead
My mind feels lifeless and overwhelmed, as if I've lost my ability to think clearly.
I work all day into the night
I am constantly engaged in work, sacrificing my personal time and well-being.
I'm overworked and under-bite
I am putting in excessive effort yet receiving little recognition or reward for it.
Down double shot, double doublethink
I consume strong drinks to numb my thoughts while struggling with conflicting feelings.
I dribble down another drink
I continue to pour myself more alcohol as a coping mechanism.
Mama, yes
I call out for my motherly figure for comfort and understanding in my distress.
J-jumpin' Judy, Java Jive
A playful reference to seeking joy through companionship or perhaps through the allure of caffeine.
I'm dyin' just to feel alive again
I am desperate for a sense of vitality and pleasure that seems so elusive.
Nowal maybe, b-b-baby, talk me down
Perhaps with your help, I can calm down and regain my composure.
I'm underpaid and upper-crust
Despite my societal status, I am not receiving fair compensation for my efforts.
I'm head-to-toe in fuckin' moon dust baby, yeah
I feel disoriented and out of touch with reality, as if I'm floating through a haze.
I'm broken-toed and steppin' cracks
I am injured and struggling to navigate life’s obstacles.
I'm turned around and doubled back, back, back
I am confused and find myself returning to past mistakes or problems.
I'm burnin' up and windin' down
I feel like I'm reaching my limits yet simultaneously depleting my energy.
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown
I am on the brink of losing my mental stability due to overwhelming stress and pressure.
I'm passin' out on bended knees
I am at my lowest point, begging for help or relief.
I'm passin' out the new disease like AH, UH
I'm spreading my emotional burdens and struggles to those around me.
Come loosen up, go get a grip
I need someone to help me relax and regain control over my life.
Come read the braille upon my lips
I want you to understand my unspoken pain and feelings; they are evident if you pay attention.
Mama, please
Once again, I am reaching out for maternal comfort and support.
Two-finger shot, three-finger chase
I am engaging in drinking rituals to cope with my distress, perhaps taking stronger drinks in succession.
All cozied up inside a suitcase
I carry my burdens with me wherever I go, as if they're packed up yet weighing me down.
Honey bunny, b-b-bread and butter now
I need something familiar and comforting to sustain me in this chaotic time.
I got a heart too big to bear
Reiterating that my capacity for love and emotional investment is overwhelming.
Confetti buried in my hair, yeah
I am a mix of joy and messiness; my life feels festive yet chaotic.
Down double shot, double doublethink
I am again consuming alcohol in an attempt to muddle my thoughts and forget.
I down a tall one from the shrink
I am seeking relief through alcohol as I struggle with mental health issues.
Mama, yes
Once more, I call out for maternal support and acknowledgment of my struggles.
J-jumpin' Judy, Java Jive
I continue to seek moments of brightness and levity amidst my challenges.
I'm dyin' just to feel alive again
My longing for vitality persists, illustrating my deep need for emotional renewal.
Now maybe, b-b-baby, talk me down
I am open to reassurances and support to help me come back from the edge.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
I am shaped and influenced by my addictions and the technology surrounding me.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
Reinforcing the idea that I am deeply affected by my vices and the modern world's distractions.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
Repeatedly acknowledging my ongoing struggles with dependency and external influences.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
Continuing to emphasize my identity as someone formed by addiction and technology.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
A final affirmation of being molded by my vices, marking its significance in my life.
I'm a child of device, vice, vice
Concluding with the recognition of how deeply intertwined my identity is with these influences.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Christophe Hall
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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