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Vampire Trap
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Vampire Trap wurde am 31. Oktober 2018 von Dead for Life Records als Teil des Albums Dead2nite veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum31. Oktober 2018
LabelDead for Life Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead2nite
Dead2nite
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josiah Luke Mansure
Josiah Luke Mansure
Songwriter
Bailey Terry Smith
Bailey Terry Smith
Songwriter

Songtexte

Dead2nite
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Ay, ay, ay
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Been staying up, the bass it go bump
So jump when I say and leave when it's late
I'm stacking no cake, no bread is being baked
I'm broke as a joke, I'm losing my hope
Been in the middle with little to lose
I'm spitting my riddles to cripple the booth
You say that you down, I see you a clown
You running around and still packing the pounds
Will it get better I'm doubting it too
You not even clever, be writing like Seuss
I'm taking the game and stealing his boots
Andy on bottom I'm breaking the rules
Stay feeling dead like I live in a tomb
What is you doing what is you proving
You just a cold and I'm a solution
I'm spitting the gold and D he produce it
Pray that you wake the very next day
Look at the sun, I'm on the face
Burnt to a crisp, you raising a fake
Your daughter's a bitch, your son is a lame
What is your name, I'm taking the rest
I'm painting for fate, you waiting for death
Should've would've could've put 'em up for the punch
But I was stuck that's a 4 on 1
What's the 411 feeling sore as fuck
With my shirt ripped up and some dirt in my cuts
If that bitch is a bitch, I'm fucking her face
I hit I don't miss, she loving the way
I'm Chris Breezy if the beat is Ri-Ri
So please believe me, I'm off the heezy
Got bars infinite so fuck a critic
Free my dog from prison for he's paid his visit
You think love close but I'm vacant
Ain't evil yet, but I'm its agent
Looks seem so sad, need a face lift
You cry all night I stay faceless
Grab to my wrist like a bracelet
Keep your distance it's contagious
Asleep in the grave that's the basis
My sin too much it's always Vegas
Next time you try me you should lay beside me
In the dirt I'm unhurt your verse is no worth
The beat don't mean shit if you speak for paychecks
Got a bone to pick with you should jump to pavement
So I beep like pagers when I write it's page-less
On the track you're Jordans but you swipe at Payless
They say make it painless I'm from what the pain makes
You don't need to say hey you won't see me later
And I'm Darth like Vader wear all black in Vegas
All my friends betrayed us but won't say they're traitors
But I know they trade us like the stock was weightless
Know they'll scream for bacon but my neck stay chain-less
I don't give a fuck who hate me they all brand me like I'm Adolf
I'm just cooking 'til I'm booking they don't come up on my radar
Make 'em sicker like I'm radon cell are sickle that took P off
I could flow a little slower but I don't wanna be a
Hyena, rather be a lion
That boy don't talk 'less he hear sirens
Behind bars on bars, my word is silent
Your will like glass while mine like iron
All these snakes, I'm a vampire bat
Fuck hip-hop I make vampire trap
Fuck your pitch, where the umpire at
You good for a bar, I killed the entire track
You good for a bar, want Xans for your cash
It ain't hood what you're on, it put death in your lap
Pull the hood on my hat can't see where I'm at
Need the code to the safe like a burglar cat
First 48 that's a cold case
Ain't holding cake, I need gold plates
I'm dead to stay true, you were born fake
Oh, oh (Rappers for breakfast, corn flakes)
You think love close but I'm vacant
Ain't evil yet, but I'm its agent
Looks seem so sad, need a face lift
You cry all night I stay faceless
Grab to my wrist like a bracelet
Keep your distance it's contagious
Asleep in the grave that's the basis
My sin too much it's always Vegas
Oh, oh, woah
Oh-whoa, whoa oh, woah
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Yeah, uh, hmm
Ahmm
Written by: Bailey Terry Smith, Josiah Luke Mansure
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