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Graveyard
Hip-Hop/Rap
Graveyard wurde am 24. Juli 2022 von 3820963 Records DK als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtRoach Brady
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Veröffentlichungsdatum24. Juli 2022
Label3820963 Records DK
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM101

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Anthony Parisa
Michael Anthony Parisa
Songwriter

Songtexte

Up late working my new shift in the graveyard
Play was 4th of 1, you couldn't even get 1 yard
You went to jail for 4 hours, you think you're that hard
Playing blackjack, you gotta go and draw your next card
Catch me shooting in the sky, I'm that star
Hit the dealership, I done went and bought a new car
Catch me on 95, I'm going super far
You stay with your drunk friends, always hitting the bar
Just shot your tire out, now you riding on a tricycle
Shot the other one and now you're riding on a bicycle
First chain out the freezer, it's looking like an icicle
Singing all my songs, they super recitable
Woke up this morning, I gotta grab me some breakfast
Waiter said, what you want? I said, toast from Texas
Always in a Honda, won't catch me in a Lexus
Back on my Texas shit, I wanna fuck Alexis
Shot a cap in his knee, now he's looking for the lid
Burp a bitch like a baby, Now she looking for the bib
Pulled up to Southern Soul, looking for the ribs
Out of this planet, you're just looking at the grid
Took her to the steakhouse, she quiet as a mouse
Fish in that bowl, you looking up to Klaus
Never getting married, told her fuck a spouse
Summer fit on, she's stepping in a blouse
Pay me what you owe me, you always in debt
Been several months, since we made the bet
All this money in the world, shit you gotta get
Shooting all my shots, only hit the net
Dunkin' like I'm Vince, they know I'm the best
My name is Roach, I'm different from the rest
His name is Johnny, put him to the test
Out of town worker, I call you the guest
Roach a rockstar, that's how I roll
Booth on the road, you gotta pay the toll
Roach to the top, I call this shit my goal
Underground rat, know you a mole
Gotta get more money, I'm always on the road
Paper in the safe, that's where it's stowed
In my front yard, the lawn that I mowed
Stitches act like scars, the shit that I sewed
Dubs got the shooters, three in a row
Missed out on that payment, you're gonna get towed
Sacks got snatched, you're missing your packs
Hit the ATM, pulling out my racks
All of these bars, that's what I call facts
Sleeping on Roach, grab you a nap
Would've kept going, it's the end of the track
Written by: Michael Anthony Parisa
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