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Die Alone
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Soundtrack
Die Alone wurde am 12. Mai 2017 von Lakeshore Records als Teil des Albums Sleight (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum12. Mai 2017
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM90

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ikarus
Kid Ikarus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter

Songtexte

Yeah, I might die young, oh well, no
But girls like you just die alone
(Girls like you just die alone)
Made brunch, got girls, got fame, right?
Got a tan from standing in the spotlight
She falls in the jeans, keep the music tight
Girls, girls, girls, girls keep me up at night
Roll deep, but these girls call a whole fleet
Every word out my mouth worth a retweet
Getting juicy at the crib just to unwind
Bitches passing out like we got a hoedown
Maybe I'ma see you backstage later on
If I have time from these other girls I'm working on
Acting up might get your name in the song
Tina from Echo Park, you did me wrong
Yeah, I might die young, oh well, no
But girls like you just die alone
(Girls like you just die alone)
I ain't the kind of **** taking cuties out to movies
Fuck the drink and fuck the dinner, bitch, we're not getting sushi
If you're hungry then you'll love me, just try to follow
Hope your stomach's hollow, there's a lot to swallow
My conscience told me stop saying that shit
So I tied her to the chair and lit a fire to that bitch
This ain't a game, I'm on the Iron Throne
If you don't really like me, well, you gon' die alone
Listen to what I'm saying, you can't go without paying
Parking lot love, but there's no validation
Me and my crew, we're the best that you could do
We are Good Will Hunting you, we just bought a zoo
Yeah, I might die young, oh well, no
But girls like you just die alone
(Girls like you just die alone)
They said I cramp in style, but these **** never had it
And these bitches wanted space, so I put 'em in a casket
Sriracha over shorties, yeah, it's snobbery
But spicy quesadillas taste better than a lot of freaks
And I swear I'm only half bad
Won't drive you back, but I'll tell you where to catch a cab
No need to lie, I'll tell you that the sex was bad
Swagger lives forever, nothing 'bout me is a fad
K-I, I'm rapping 'til the end of time
Holler for your dollar back, but bitch, you ain't even worth a dime
Bitch, you ain't even worth my rhymes
Bitch, you ain't even worth these lines
Wanna murder all these fools, bitch, not even worth the crime
Yeah, I'm finally famous
Dropping new shit like it's right from my anus
Got 'em wetter than a waterpark, making waves
Yelling, "Check my whip out, bitch," like I own a slave
Written by: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
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