An Eaton Media Production
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CREW
Director: Liz Varum
Assistant Director: Hailey Eaton
Writer: Liz Varum, Juan Cabrera, Hailey Eaton
Producer: Hailey Eaton
Associate Producer: Ebrahim Ghaeini
Cinematographers: Carla Nicolella, Ebrahim Ghaeini
Casting Directors: Paul London, Hailey Eaton, Liz Varum
Gaffer: Ebrahim Ghaeini
Key Grip: Alejandro Zambrano
Grip: Fahmy Abdisheikh, Andrew Kim
Production Designer: Liz Varum, Hailey Eaton
Stunt Coordinator: Paul London, Jessie Belle Smothers, Jeff Nolan
Stuntman: Jeff Nolan
BTS Photographer: Hailey Eaton
Editors: Liz Varum, Ebrahim Ghaeini
Colorist: Ebrahim Ghaeini
CAST
The Concealer: Jessie Belle Smothers
The Villain: Jeff Nolan
Amateur Wrestler 1: Marc May
Amateur Wrestler 2: Jeff Nolan
Janitor: Nelson Gonzalez
Referee: Liz Varum
Announcer 1: Juan Cabrera
Announcer 2: Paula Bunich
The Concealer’s Manager: Curtis Peoples
Attendees: Maayan Kaizer, Kelly Foreman, Victor Martinez, Triniti Gistand, Damian Molina, Andrea Ambrosio-Anor, Angela Ambrosio, Christian Infante, Brent Santiago, Joshua Paucar, Clarence Anor, Gabriela Correa, Willie Svendblad, Kayne Dynell, Hailey Eaton, Carla Nicolella, John Samuel Gerhart
Location: Roocket Fitness, Cudahy, CA
Copyright: © 2024 Bruvvy, All Rights Reserved.
SONG CREDITS
Written by Bruvvy
Produced by Zach Jones, Curtis Peoples, KJ Strock
Additional Production by John Samuel Gerhart
Mixed by Mark Needham
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LYRICS
Somebody get me out these clothes
I never wanna feel my lows
Another ego hero dose
I think we all know how the story goes
Same old fate
Figure eight
Can’t survive your mistakes
Cut them off
Ten of spades
You can’t wait
(There’s nothing to you
I can see right through you baby)
No one’s gonna bite back
You could be the hand that feeds
You’re looking bruised up
Get the concealer
How you gonna hide
Right in front of a mirror
YUH YUH
Bruised up get the concealer
Blurred lines but it only gets clearer
YUH YUH
It’s not a mouth
If it speaks in imposter
When you only had yourself
You still got bored ‘nough to drop her
And maybe it’s the air
Maybe it’s all in the water
Maybe it’s the person that your mother called daughter
Crowded house
Down on eighth
You become what you hate
Block them out
Ten of spades
You can’t wait
You’re looking bruised up
Get the concealer
How you gonna hide
Right in front of a mirror
YUH YUH
Bruised up get the concealer
Blurred lines but it only gets clearer
YUH YUH
Is it what you want?
Is it what you want?
No one’s gonna bite back
You could be the hand that feeds
And no one’s going hungry
If you’re what everybody needs
(DUMB BITCH)
You’re looking bruised up
Get the concealer
How you gonna hide
Right in front of a mirror
YUH YUH
Bruised up get the concealer
Blurred lines but it only gets clearer
YUH YUH