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Same Time
Hip-Hop/Rap
Same Time wurde am 28. Februar 2025 von Killstreak Certified als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtMedication: The Prequel
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Veröffentlichungsdatum28. Februar 2025
LabelKillstreak Certified
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM107

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FiveFingersNoah
FiveFingersNoah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Brown
Noah Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FiveFingersNoah
FiveFingersNoah
Producer

Songtexte

Return of the mack, yeah bitch we back
There ain't no time, no time for the slack
But there's ten times, ten times, you get max
'Bout the same time, same time we pour yak
River full of blood, can't wash in something I can't see through
Eye bags to Prada bags, gon' buy me some new
Dance around the cliff, mind split, got a few clifts
How many can you count?
Like 'bout a few, bitch
Tear the club up like Three Six Ma, if you ain't do it right, better learn ya job
Engineer a language, brought it straight from the ark
That's the difference 'tween me and you, I throw this lob
Why am I catching strays, like fuck he say me for?
Two five-seven's, coat the boy like a leather jacket
He get sent up today, he at a heaven gate door
Smack the circuits out his lag, I don't want no packet
He play the guitar like a bad habit
Bad luck strung to the name like a foot, rabbit
They be preaching on Twitter like they was rabid
Catch 'em real life, they halted, Greg Abbott
At this point I'm having fun, it's a part of the game
Separate myself from music, they ain't thought the same
One hand on the bible, yeah the other on frame
Mirrors made myself for real, I ain't turn the book to a flame
This shit get uglier than senator Babet
Yeah, they love making assumptions, they ain't know I was a
Garand send you through roof, sound like madness
Xbox Kinect, lights off, bitch stay stagnant
No one else in the house, but I see a light
I see heads poking out, bitch something don't feel right
Write abstracts, cause I ain't know what else to write
Two, two wrongs don't make a right
Return of the mack, yeah bitch we back
There ain't no time, no time for the slack
But there's ten times, ten times, you get max
'Bout the same time, same time we pour yak
River full of blood, can't wash in something I can't see through
Eye bags to Prada bags, gon' buy me some new
Dance around the cliff, mind split, got a few clifts
How many can you count?
Like 'bout a few, bitch
Written by: Noah Brown
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