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SEASHELL.
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba SEASHELL. vyšla 14. června 2026 LNDN na albu JUMP, DON'T THINK
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Datum vydání14. června 2026
ŠtítekLNDN
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM197

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KingKai
KingKai
Performer
R9MI
R9MI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Makaio McFarlane
Makaio McFarlane
Songwriter
Remington Gardner
Remington Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Makaio McFarlane
Makaio McFarlane
Producer
Splurcetti
Splurcetti
Producer

Texty

Uh uh, yeah, uh huh
Uh uh, yeah, uh huh
Uh uh, yeah
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Visions on my eyelids so vivid
My brain can't scrub out the details
Chasing me a couple racks
Only ended up putting me up for retail
I was hoping I'd be greeted by the lady with a lamp wearing a green veil
Instead they handed me a seashell
I'm shoved inside the room, they shoot some gas inside
It has a strong autumn leaf smell
It's killing me and all I have
But with that smile I got, I bet you can't even tell
They brought them in and then he fell
Then he fell, and he fell, and he fell
And seeing all them all made me take a pause
And wonder if these people mean well
But they seem to treat me well
They lift their hands and ring three bells
Three doors rise from underneath the ground
All of them are lined with speedwells
I open up the first, I see myself in yellow on a corner tryna resell
I go up to my table, see a heart and brain locked up with the keys held
By myself in yellow, this is all such a surprise
I looked myself inside my eyes
Nothing resided behind them
Looked for a spark, couldn't find one
Suddenly, my wrists are tied
And these folks I'm with don't seem to be the kind ones
I look around and start to get the feeling that it won't be long before my time's done
I hear a bubbling behind me like someone getting ready to frying something
They turn me around and drop me on the ground
And tell me don't you even trying nothing
The bubbling turns into shakes as the feet of one hundred million souls
Sprint toward where I am like they in a race
This is what I get for being too bold, oh man
Trapped in the deep end of the pool tryna float
Surrounded for miles, and everything I do somebody got a joke
I fumble with the knot for ages until at last I free myself from the ropes
Then all the people froze
Their eyes squint and brows get low
I try to run, but I slip and fall
And they get to holding me on the floor
They take turns stomping and kicking and spitting
What I did to them? I don't know
Tryna cover up my head, tryna dodge
Tryna fight, go blow for blow
But I done gave it all I can give, I don't want to fight no more
I drop
Then I woke up, how's it two o'clock?
I was sleeping in the dirt, but then I woke up
Tryna come against me? Homie don't even get your hopes up
Talking out your neck, gon' fuck around and get your throat cut
Keeping this shit real and **** really know I'm cutthroat
They want me to dance, I see the devil's on the front row
Told me I'll be good as long as I just got a blunt rolled
Double dutch the pack that I be smoking like I jump rope
But I got to stop, I got to chill, I got to think
I really got to flow, you know I really got to sink
I sink into myself, I got to go and take a breath
I'm elevating, moving, take the book up off the shelf
Give my all 'til nothing's left
Got to step-step back, break down, and rebuild it
No I ain't perfect, but I know for certain
Yeah I know for certain that y'all finna feel it
I gotta go get this motherfucking money
I'm feeling this pain and I hope I can kill it
I gotta go get this motherfucking money
I'm feeling this pain and I hope I can kill it
(But I)
I can't sell my soul right now
I can't sell my soul
I can't sell my soul right now
I can't sell my soul (Sell my soul)
Written by: Makaio McFarlane, Remington Gardner
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