Buckshot Roulette - The Shot Is Mine Lyric Video

The Shot Is Mine is a fan song for Buckshot Roulette, the filthy nightclub death game where drunk confidence, bad math, and a shotgun decide who walks away. Cold tile. Dry mouth. Blue pills. Red cup. This is a sleazy dark synthwave techno track about waking up wasted in a bathroom, stepping into the Dealer’s room, counting blanks and live rounds, burning through items, taking buckshot to the face, getting dragged back by the machine, and deciding the house can keep its rules while you take everything else. Not sober. Not careful. Not afraid enough. Just a ruined player with a loaded smile, one life left, and the kind of confidence that only shows up when survival instinct has clearly quit the job. A song for the Dealer, the waiver, the shells on the table, the defibrillator, the case full of cash, and the final drive home after killing something that apparently killed God first. Fan song inspired by Buckshot Roulette, the Dealer, Double or Nothing, live shells, blank rounds, item mechanics, nightclub horror, and one very bad night at the table. 💥 Track: The Shot Is Mine 🎤 Artist: The Player 🎵 Produced by: Suno AI / vizzy.io Lyrics: Cold tile Dry mouth Mirror cracked Lights out Blue pills Red cup Can’t remember Stand up Bass thumps Room spins Door says play So I walk in Stumble out Cheap light Wrong door Feels right Black room White grin Dealer says "step in" Table shines Shells laid bare I pull up like I don’t care Gold signs House rules Bad odds Still mine He counts them slow I count them twice Blank little kiss Live little vice Bottle’s low Hands feel fine The house is his But the shot is mine Loaded smile Bad luck style The house is yours But the shot is mine Blank goes smooth Live goes wild One life left Let’s play a while Beer can cracks Chamber clears Smoke in my lungs I disappear Glass says live Saw says smile Cut it short Make it vile Cuffs click shut Dealer stays I take my time He takes my face Buckshot kiss Red tile shine He keeps the house I keep the line Phone starts laughing Third one’s mine Bad pill shaking Still feel fine He takes two I take one Blood on my teeth Still having fun Blue turns red Red turns kind The house is his But the shot is mine Loaded smile Bad luck style The house is yours But the shot is mine Blank goes smooth Live goes wild One life left Let’s play a while I counted wrong Grinned too wide Took the thunder Straight between the eyes White light snapped Black room bent Heart got dragged Through punishment Wires bit Chest kicked hard God signed first I played the card Dealer leaned close Asked one more time Double or nothing? I said all is mine No more counting No more deals No more mercy No more wheels Load the chamber Kill the lights If God lost here Then God lacked spite Loaded smile Bad luck style The house is yours But the shot is mine Blank goes smooth Live goes wild One life left Let’s play a while Rack that shell Build a shrine You killed God? Well, now you’re mine Lock and load Keep the score The shot is mine And I want more Engine coughs Head still rings Case full of cash And stranger things Red dawn crawls Rearview blind Something dead That God left behind Road goes black Hands feel fine House is gone But the shot was mine