[Intro] Yeah They know who it is It’s the Warsmith Suit up [Verse 1] Metal floor, neon glow Stumble in, helmets low Tabs open, credits owed Still we’re ready to reload High chairs bolted to the deck Shots lined up like a weapons check Laugh loud, scars on our necks Every toast feels like a spec ops flex [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky (hey!) Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl (woah) When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall Helmets to the heart, yeah, we heed that call [Verse 2] Barback’s got a cracked face shield Pouring fuel like it’s a battlefield We don’t flinch, we just refill Spin the room, but we stand still Poker chips, plasma burns War stories traded by the turns He says “move,” every visor turns Discipline deep as the thirst that churns [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky (yeah!) Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl (hey!) When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall Helmets to the heart, yeah, we heed that call [Bridge] Half-drunk, full steel, stagger in line Laughing at the danger, marching in time (woah) “Warsmith needs fire,” message on the wall We drain every glass just to answer that call [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls (ready for brawls) Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall Armored to the core, always heed that call

rap, High-energy rap-pop banger with swaggering male vocals over glossy synths and a heavy club bounce. Verses spit tight double-time pockets with trap-influenced drums and sub weight; hook explodes with big group chants, bright melodic topline, and distorted crowd shouts. Occasional sci‑fi FX swells and robotic vox chops to sell the spaceship bar vibe, then drop to half-time for the bridge before the final chorus hits even harder., pop