Acapella by SweetenerButera Records (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTP-FQ5VH2c&ab_channel=SweetenerButeraRecords)

Cry For Me (Slow) - Camila Cabello

Railway-Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

[FELIX AI COVER] How Would Stray Kids Felix sing 'LAS QUE NO TIENEN PAPÁ ' Original: Twicelove2212

A national anthem for the drunk and the broken. This Hangover Brought to You by Budweiser (The King of Fears) is a satire wrapped in a stadium banger, the sound of fake freedom, self-medicated hope, and a culture that calls collapse “celebration.”
It’s the commercial break before the breakdown.
All hail the King of Fears.

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Lyrics:

We toast to nothing, call it pride,
fake a laugh while something dies inside.
Cameras love us when we fall in line,
beer in hand, everything’s fine.

It’s therapy in a six-pack shrine,
liquid god for the offline mind.
They sell rebellion in a red-white glare,
drink the courage that was never there.

Raise your glass, drown the doubt,
you’re doing great, don’t talk about it.
Blackout healing, nationwide,
this buzz is holy, so testify.

This hangover brought to you by Budweiser,
where pain tastes crisp and dreams expire.
We call it freedom, we call it fire,
we drink our chains and call it choir.

All hail the King of Fears.

Drink, forget, repeat, subscribe,
drink, forget, repeat

We laugh at the mess, call it relatable,
cry in bathrooms labeled “unavailable.”
Our dads drank through every year,
we learned the lesson, hide the fear.

It’s the one thing holding towns together,
a social glue, a poison tether.
From first legal sip to the funeral toast,
we cheer for the thing that hurts us most.

Buy relief, rent the hush,
fake your peace, feel the rush.
The Super Bowl prophet sold you grace,
you sleep through debt with a smiling face.

This hangover brought to you by Budweiser,
the crown of pain, the ghost advertiser.
Raise that can, salute the choir,
we drink our chains and call it fire.

All hail the King of Fears.
Guilty, guilty.

Hey friend, you’ve been whass-up-graded.
Your loneliness is now community.
Your sadness is now tradition.
Redeem your regrets for cash-back despair.

This hangover brought to you by Budweiser,
for every friend that never got higher.
For every night we called escape,
but woke up worse and still said grace.

We drink our chains, we wear them proud,
the bar is church, the choir loud.
All hail the King of Fears.

Please drink responsibly.
Freedom sold separately.
Yeah… cheers.

bts- interlude: shadow (slowed + reverb)

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