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Ringing
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Alternative Rap
Ringing wurde am 26. Oktober 2015 von High Focus Records als Teil des Albums Freshly Skeletal veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. Oktober 2015
LabelHigh Focus Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM80

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Players
Dead Players
Performer
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Performer
Dabbla
Dabbla
Performer
GhostTown
GhostTown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GhostTown
GhostTown
Songwriter
Frankie Teardrop
Frankie Teardrop
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GhostTown
GhostTown
Producer

Songtexte

I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels
My eyes matching my complete lack of morals
My doppelgänger quarrels with forgotten plastic models
While I slip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles
A string of youths gamble in a gothic church
The priest that won your life just
Bowled out screaming "What's it worth?"
And I can chase that fucker 'til he's finished
I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first
Right now I'm still on that fuck 'em up now shit
Half lit, half criss, young and run down, shit
These empty streets got the whole team surrounded
I lost track of how many escape routes I counted
Wake up, their dreams were never yours
Pick a plight and back it, pull the curtain back and beg a cause
Pissed 'cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for
And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of drawers
And you might have seen me racking up a slug or two
But I ain't gotta sliver up and glorify your drugs for you
Cold crushed in corners, gums gassing 'bout that real flake
Real bait, see you next year in a real state
As his skull assessed the damages and twitched
It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits
Just a kid inspecting ruins spewing bile at every camera
This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor
I called your guys and left it ringing, ringing
I incite riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
This is artistic license to get absolutely fucked out my face
The ego just snuck out its place
Paddy mashed down the name you trusted
Got the game disgusted
And what you're tasting is a different type of flavoured mustard
Shit I lace it up with causing major fuckery
Leave you facing upwards, dealing with it so abruptly
And things are going lovely, thanks for fucking asking
Get the place erupting, now the flames are everlasting
Yeah I'll have 'em flabbergasted
Need your face adjusted
Keep on sniffing round my shit I'll have your nasal busted
Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted
We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it
I be like fuck the neighbours, allow my name in public
The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject
Your days are numbered, beat kleptomaniac
Control alt delete creeping up on what I'm aiming at
I called your guys and left it ringing, ringing
I incite riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Written by: Frankie Teardrop, GhostTown
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