Gans Media Retro Games
Hot Mulligan Lyrics


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Was I the problem?
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
Oh, am I the problem?

Letting inhibitions go
The first mistake was
Losing most my self control
Can't bite my tongue when I'm drunk
And here I thought it was the same for everyone
But I can't stop calming my nerves 'til they're
Numb, useless
Vestigial and senseless
Waking up to dry mouth and ash

Was I the problem?
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?
Am I the problem?

Crooked steps, a purple bruise on my shins
Teeth feel rotten through
A vinyl floored back room begs the question
Is this just how I live?
In fear of what I'll do
Wake every day to say

I'm numb, worthless
Vestigial and pointless
A sore to bite every time that I speak
I'm torn
Last stitch comes loose
Frayed and hopeless
Point the gun, take a breath, be at peace

Was I the problem?
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out
Just breathe, you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask

Am I the problem?
Oh, it would seem so
The resignation
I'm gonna die like this
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out




Just breathe, you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Hot Mulligan's song "Gans Media Retro Games" explore feelings of self-doubt, insecurity, and the fear of being the problem in a relationship. The singer questions their own actions and behavior, wondering if they are the root cause of the issues they are facing. They reflect on their struggle to keep up with the pace of conversations and their tendency to lose self-control when intoxicated. They acknowledge the consequences of their actions, waking up with a dry mouth and a sense of regret.


The lyrics also touch upon the physical and emotional toll that this self-doubt and insecurity takes on the singer. They describe feeling numb, useless, and vestigial, as if their words and actions hold no significance. The repetition of the line "am I the problem?" emphasizes their uncertainty and desperation for answers. The singer is haunted by the memories and the fear of what they might do, ultimately resigning themselves to the belief that they will die in this state.


These lyrics paint a picture of someone grappling with their own demons, questioning their worth and the effect they have on their relationships. They capture the internal turmoil and self-examination that comes with feeling like the problem in a situation.


Line by Line Meaning

Was I the problem?
Am I the cause of the issue?


When all I thought was
In my perspective, I believed


That I don't follow
That I am unable to keep up


The pace of conversation
With the speed of discussions


Oh, am I the problem?
Oh, could I be the issue?


Letting inhibitions go
Allowing my restraints to fade


The first mistake was
The initial error was


Losing most my self control
Lacking a considerable amount of self-restraint


Can't bite my tongue when I'm drunk
Unable to hold back when under the influence


And here I thought it was the same for everyone
And I assumed this was a shared experience


But I can't stop calming my nerves 'til they're
However, I can't cease soothing my anxiety until they're


Numb, useless
Completely devoid of feeling, futile


Vestigial and senseless
Useless remnants without purpose


Waking up to dry mouth and ash
Awakening to a parched mouth and remnants of burnt substances


When the drinks have dried up
Once the alcoholic beverages have run out


A concrete basement
A solid, existence without escape


Now you won't face me
Now you refuse to confront me


I don't remember what I said
I have no recollection of my spoken words


Am I the problem?
Could I be the issue?


Crooked steps, a purple bruise on my shins
Uneven stairways, injury marks of a purplish hue on my lower legs


Teeth feel rotten through
My teeth feel decayed completely


A vinyl floored back room begs the question
A room with vinyl flooring raises the inquiry


Is this just how I live?
Is this the way I exist on a regular basis?


In fear of what I'll do
Anxious about my own actions


Wake every day to say
Every day, upon waking, I utter


I'm numb, worthless
I feel devoid of sensation, without value


Vestigial and pointless
Useless remnants without meaning


A sore to bite every time that I speak
A painful experience to endure whenever I express myself


I'm torn
I am deeply conflicted


Last stitch comes loose
The final thread unravels


Frayed and hopeless
Worn and filled with despair


Point the gun, take a breath, be at peace
Direct the firearm, inhale, find tranquility


Stay down
Remain on the ground


The memories bleed when I go out
The memories flow painfully when I go outside


Just breathe, you'll never leave
Simply inhale, you will never escape


The mind just well enough to ask
The thoughts just coherent enough to question


Oh, it would seem so
Oh, it appears to be the case


The resignation
The acceptance of fate


I'm gonna die like this
I will perish in this manner


Stay down
Remain on the ground


The memories bleed when I go out
The memories flow painfully when I go outside


Just breathe, you'll never leave
Simply inhale, you will never escape


The mind just well enough to ask
The thoughts just coherent enough to question




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Brandon Blakely, Christopher Freeman, Nathan Sanville, Ryan Malicsi

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Awang Chanda

Gans Media Retro Games Lyrics

Was I the problem?
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
Oh, am I the problem?

Letting inhibitions go
The first mistake was
Losing most my self control
Can't bite my tongue when I'm drunk
And here I thought it was the same for everyone
But I can't stop calming my nerves till they're

Numb, useless
Vestigial and senseless
Waking up to dry mouth and ash

Was I the problem
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?
Am I the problem?

Crooked steps, a purple bruise on my shins
Teeth feel rotten through
A vinyl floored back room begs the question:
Is this just how I live?
In fear of what I'll do
Wake every day to say

I'm numb, worthless
Vestigial and pointless
A sore to bite every time that I speak
I'm torn
Last stitch comes loose
Frayed and hopeless
Point the gun, take a breath, be at peace

Was I the problem
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out
Just breath you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask

Am I the problem?
Oh it would seem so
The resignation
I'm gonna die like this
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem?

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out
Just breath you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask



Nyxiel

Was I the problem
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
Oh, am I the problem

Letting inhibitions go
The first mistake was
Losing most myself control
Can't bite my tongue when I'm drunk
And here I thought it was the same for everyone
But I can't stop calming my nerves till they're

Numb, useless
Vestigial and senseless
Waking up to dry mouth and ash

Was I the problem
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem
Am I the problem

Crooked steps, a purple bruise on my shins
Teeth feel rotten through
A vinyl floored back room begs the question

Is this just how I live
In fear of what I'll do
Wake every day to say

I'm numb, worthless
Vestigial and pointless
A sore to bite every time that I speak
I'm torn
Last stitch comes loose
Frayed and hopeless
Point the gun, take a breath, be at peace

Was I the problem
When all I thought was
That I don't follow
The pace of conversation
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out
Just breath you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask

Am I the problem
Oh it would seem so
The resignation
I'm gonna die like this
When the drinks have dried up
A concrete basement
Now you won't face me
I don't remember what I said
Am I the problem

Stay down
Stay down
Stay down
The memories bleed when I go out
Just breath you'll never leave
The mind just well enough to ask



All comments from YouTube:

Gil Muro

DAN LAMBTON BEING THE ANNOUNCER MADE MY LIFE COMPLETE 🔥💕

Blake Kogut

I knew that was him!

Wavelordz

You are damn right about that

Art ERRA

literally same omg

Max Rios

@Wavelordz x2

trashboat

is dan still in RF?

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Eric

This band is unbelievably consistent, especially for this genre. Can’t think of something they released I didn’t enjoy

Mariah

same here, and this is easily my favorite song of theres along with Shaylee, Shanel. They're so underrated

Eric

@Mariah Never heard that one before but after listening, another amazing song by them lol. Ty for the rec even if unintentional

Lowkii

This

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