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CONSCIENCE
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Rock
Skladba CONSCIENCE vyšla 15. října 2021 Republic Records na albu CITY MORGUE VOLUME 3: BOTTOM OF THE BARREL
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Datum vydání15. října 2021
ŠtítekRepublic Records
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM169

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Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZillaKami
ZillaKami
Vocals
SosMula
SosMula
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junius Rogers
Junius Rogers
Songwriter
Vinicius Sosa
Vinicius Sosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay-P Gallo
Jay-P Gallo
Mixing Engineer
Fabian Marascuillo
Fabian Marascuillo
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Germ
Germ
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my— (Pain)
[Verse 2]
Magnets to pacemakers, knives to guts (Okay)
Lookin' at my life, know I don't give no fucks (What's up?)
Now your granny on crutches (Ha)
Here, do it to mine, so we can level discussions (Haha)
Are wе on that same level? Fist-fight with thе red devil (Okay)
Off with his horns, crankin' up the black metal (Huh?)
The pot is bubblin', blowin' out the tea kettle (What?)
We can rewind the beef, wait until it get settled (Okay)
[Verse 3]
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my—
[Verse 4]
But I'm back where I started, my face itch (What?)
I scratch on my skin 'til I break it (Okay)
My head hurts 'cause it's full of hatred (Huh?)
Man, the guns sink the fuckin' battleship (Haha, Sleezy)
[Verse 5]
I ain't got a clear head (No-no), you's a fuckin' airhead (Fuck outta here)
Now we choppin' heads off just like they deer heads (Boom boom)
Fuck America, we don't fear feds (Fuck outta here)
White face, dead pres' (Mula)
Kick your fuckin' door in with my dreadheads (Gimme that)
Spray the room up, it's gon' be a red bed (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Leave them **** dead-dead (Boom), if they call the cops up
It's gon' be a dead dead, countin' up that bread-bread (Sleezy)
[Verse 6]
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Hello, say hi
Going one-for-one, eye for an eye (Jell-O, Jell-O)
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my conscience
Pain, pain, I need to clear my—
Written by: Junius Rogers, Vinicius Sosa
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