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God Complex/Gravity
Hip-Hop/Rap
God Complex/Gravity wurde am 20. November 2023 von KMD Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtKurt Must Die 3
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Veröffentlichungsdatum20. November 2023
LabelKMD Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM77

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Hickland
Andre Hickland
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Noah Zamora
Noah Zamora
Songwriter

Songtexte

Ugh
Told 'em this the last year **** playing with me 
Told them **** last year that they ain't weighing with me 
Left 'em in the past yeah them **** swaying iffy
I don't think they really want it, nah I couldn't take 'em with me 
Why they in disguise tryna build a case against me 
Bitch I be outside, shit they coulda came to get me 
**** ain't on time, that's in spite of all the envy
I got something in the tuck for ya'll that tried to bet against me
Sticky-uh wait- situation getting sticky
Plot getting thicker than my bitch, she want a Bentley
Opps looking sicker than a bitch, but won't address me
Yeah my trigger finger itching hoe that bitch might need caressin'  
Time's up, ya time's up let's cut the tension
I get 'em lined up, them boys don't ever learn they lesson
**** this is God's work, I travel through dimensions
****, get ya grind up, eyes up let's pay attention
Better play your parts
Advise you **** not to test me best you play it smart
I got a chopper in the car, and that hoe state of art
No politicking, got AR's for ya'll A&R's
That pressure turned me to a star, now I got 'em starstruck
Seen ya'll **** set the bar, I had to set the bar up
Way my stock just went to Mars, **** peep the mark up
All them he won't make it far's turned me to a- turned me, turned me to a monster
You talking to a fucking God ****
You talking to a fucking God ****
This ain't no facade ****
Better recognize
You talking to a fucking God ****
You talking to a fucking God ****
You boys gon learn to put respect on my name
Them boys gon learn, they keep on testing my aim
I been perfecting my range
Caught scoliosis off the heft of my chain
That Homer glimmer, touch of glitter to the rest of my frame
Sat on my throne and watch the rest of 'em kneel
I need no less than a mill
These **** necks is where I'm resting my heel
They act like my resolve ain't tethered to steel
Like I won't burn through a seal
Like I can't bend this universe to my fucking will
I'm charged up, had to go and knock it out the park huh
I park up, flawless VV's dripping off the charm huh
I charm her, by way of taking top from off the car huh
The karma'll come by way of pressure turning me into a star
Till I got em starstruck
I seen where they set the bar, I had to set the bar up
And my stock just went to Mars, **** peep the mark up
All them he won't make it far's turned me to a- turned me to a monster
You talking to a fucking God ****
You talking to a fucking God ****
This ain't no facade ****
Better recognize
You talking to a fucking God ****
You talking to a fucking God ****
Everybody says "who does he think he is?"
I just told you who I thought I was
A God
I just told you
That's who I think I am
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
(The pressure weighing like it's gravity)
Come back to earth
(The pressure weighing like it's gravity)
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
Come back to earth
It feels just like a race against the clock and I can't seem to catch up
The pressure's weighing heavy on me I can't seem to pick it back up
The weight of all the world rests on my shoulders, oh but no it can't stop
Oh I can always count on you to pull me right back down when I feel on top
Nobody told you you'd fight a fair one, nobody owes you
Nobody cares that you're feeling burnt out, you'd better pull through
Just pick your head up, cause if you look down the pressure'd fold you
I'm not saying I give up but I think I might understand why they all do
I find comfort in knowing that I've made enough money in my line of work to last me seven lifetimes over
At this point, I do this because it's fun
There's just something so poetic about watching powerful men crumble in the palm of my hand
Seeing the glimmer in their eyes slowly fade into a bottomless pit of black
As they're forced to come face to face with the fragility of their mortal existence
Written by: Andre Hickland, Noah Zamora, Patrick Houston, William Roberts
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