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Thesaurus Rex - I Won't Hold My Breath (Official Music Video)

Official Music Video for 'I Won’t Hold My Breath' performed by Thesaurus Rex. Listen Here: https://open.spotify.com/track/7IaT4K... https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-wo... Director: THE STOOGES: Dayva Weiss, Adam Roat & Zach Nicholson   / directed.by.stooges   producer: Logan Jones 1st AD: Pranav Kothary   / pranavkothary   cam op: Chazz Padilla   / chazzyphantom   gaffer: Mike Dokus   / therealdokus   key grip: Stephen Balsamo   / stephenvbalsamo   G&E: Ruchit Negotia and Nick Martinez:   / ruchit.n   production designer: Lily Cunicelli   / lilyana.c   art department: Riley Baker   / riley_baker54   costumes: Lily Cunicelli and Hanna Weiler :   / lilyana.c     / hannaweiler   SFX/HMU: Linnea Sumner:   / linnea_nyc   HMU: Isabella Ruffalo-Burgat:   / isabellaruffalo   VFX: Michael Price :   / michael_price_art   assisted by: ZDS Creative:   / zdscreative   Follow Thesaurus Rex: Youtube:    / @thesaurusrexband   Instagram:   / thesaurusrexband   TikTok:   / thesaurusrexband   Website: https://www.thesaurusrexband.com/ Lyrics: He’s fancies himself a great intellectual Fancies himself a sapiosexual Prays that you can’t see his tell Clearly he fancies himself Underdeveloped, he looks like a Polaroid Over exposed to Pinterest and opioids Vicodin spiked in his glass Entourage kissing his ass He’s the kind of boy that girls write poems about Crying on their therapists couch Lied and filled their heads with doubts Now he’s pushing forty and he’s finding God His days of degradation are done Larping as the prodigal son I won’t hold my breath Now he’s enlightened He thinks he’s a Buddhist He’s thinks he’s Picasso He’s painting this brutalist Abstract expressionist trash Selling them for soft earned cash He says he’s trying to emasculate conception Despite the fact his paintings are conceptual erections Praying for strength to repent Trying to throw off the scent He’s the kind of boy that girls write poems about Crying on their therapists couch Lied and filled heads with doubts Now he’s pushing forty and he’s finding God His days of degradation are done Larping as the prodigal son I won’t hold my breath Don’t you know he’s really changed Don’t you know he’s really changed Don’t you know he’s really changed A hole in a k hole All on daddies payroll Don’t you know he’s really changed Don’t you know Don’t you know Don’t you know Don’t you know Don’t you know Don’t you know he’s really changed Don’t you know he’s really changed A hole in a k hole All on daddies payroll And he’s seeking redemption In the form of attention