I dashed to the toilet. (en)
rock, Laid‑back mellow hip-hop groove fused with punchy J-rock band: swung drums, warm sub, jazzy keys in the verses. Choruses explode with overdriven guitars, octave leads, and stacked male vocals shouting the hook. Occasional record-stop FX and tom fills to sell the panic-comedy vibe, with a halftime break in the bridge before the final, triumphant rush., j-rock
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I dashed to the toilet. (en)
rock, Laid‑back mellow hip-hop groove fused with punchy J-rock band: swung drums, warm sub, jazzy keys in the verses. Choruses explode with overdriven guitars, octave leads, and stacked male vocals shouting the hook. Occasional record-stop FX and tom fills to sell the panic-comedy vibe, with a halftime break in the bridge before the final, triumphant rush., j-rock
Creator: yasvianRelease Date: March 19, 2026
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
At the convenience store, that snack I didn't need
Now that one little bite is biting back with greed
Deep in my gut, a rumble, a flashing red light
Muttering "Oh no..." as I pick up my pace in fright
Sweat starts soaking through my shirt
The restroom sign is a blur, far in the dirt
My friend is talking, God knows what
But I can't hear a word, thanks to my gut
[Chorus]
Will I make it? Will I not?
A tightrope runner, giving all I’ve got
With every step, the countdown starts
"I'm at my limit," cries my heart
Forget the heavens, I need the Toilet God
Just for now, watch over this poor bod
Ten meters left, then only five
Mind and muscles... barely alive! (Woah!)
[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for the elevator, sprinting up to floor three
With every step, a "Big Wave" crashes inside of me
No time to text "I'm coming" on my phone
Just a hero praying to a doorknob, all alone
The stall lights... are you kidding? Every single one is red
The world starts spinning, credits rolling in my head
My fist is raised to knock, shaking in despair
But I hold it back—barely—with a prayer
[Chorus]
Will I make it? Will I not?
A drama thicker than a movie plot
The ticking clock sounds way too loud
How many minutes? I'm lost in a cloud
Shame and pride, I don't care anymore
I’ll strip them all off right at the door
"Is anyone there?" I wheeze and I sigh
Squeezing out my very last cry (Hey!)
[Bridge]
(Beat drops, clean guitar)
One deep breath, then make it two
Praying for the waves to just pass through
Counting the tiles upon the floor
The toilet looks like a temple door
[Chorus]
Did I make it? Or did I fail?
The moment the door shuts, I’m turning pale
Heart rate’s still in marathon mode
Meditating on the porcelain throne
The life-or-death run I just survived
A secret legend, kept deep inside
Today again, in some corner of town
A "Bathroom Runner" is wearing the crown (Oh yeah)
At the convenience store, that snack I didn't need
Now that one little bite is biting back with greed
Deep in my gut, a rumble, a flashing red light
Muttering "Oh no..." as I pick up my pace in fright
Sweat starts soaking through my shirt
The restroom sign is a blur, far in the dirt
My friend is talking, God knows what
But I can't hear a word, thanks to my gut
[Chorus]
Will I make it? Will I not?
A tightrope runner, giving all I’ve got
With every step, the countdown starts
"I'm at my limit," cries my heart
Forget the heavens, I need the Toilet God
Just for now, watch over this poor bod
Ten meters left, then only five
Mind and muscles... barely alive! (Woah!)
[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for the elevator, sprinting up to floor three
With every step, a "Big Wave" crashes inside of me
No time to text "I'm coming" on my phone
Just a hero praying to a doorknob, all alone
The stall lights... are you kidding? Every single one is red
The world starts spinning, credits rolling in my head
My fist is raised to knock, shaking in despair
But I hold it back—barely—with a prayer
[Chorus]
Will I make it? Will I not?
A drama thicker than a movie plot
The ticking clock sounds way too loud
How many minutes? I'm lost in a cloud
Shame and pride, I don't care anymore
I’ll strip them all off right at the door
"Is anyone there?" I wheeze and I sigh
Squeezing out my very last cry (Hey!)
[Bridge]
(Beat drops, clean guitar)
One deep breath, then make it two
Praying for the waves to just pass through
Counting the tiles upon the floor
The toilet looks like a temple door
[Chorus]
Did I make it? Or did I fail?
The moment the door shuts, I’m turning pale
Heart rate’s still in marathon mode
Meditating on the porcelain throne
The life-or-death run I just survived
A secret legend, kept deep inside
Today again, in some corner of town
A "Bathroom Runner" is wearing the crown (Oh yeah)