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Fold
22
Electronic
Fold wurde am 27. März 2026 von Platoon als Teil des Albums Fold - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum27. März 2026
LabelPlatoon
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeza Chin
Freeza Chin
Sampler
MoreNight
MoreNight
Sampler
Manga Saint Hilare
Manga Saint Hilare
MC
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ho
Michael Ho
Composer
Matthew Reid
Matthew Reid
Lyrics
Adam Roberts
Adam Roberts
Songwriter
Beatriz Franzetti
Beatriz Franzetti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freeza Chin
Freeza Chin
Producer
MoreNight
MoreNight
Producer

Songtexte

Got a lot of chat and I’ll back it all
I’m the G.O.A.T. not an animal
Dem bwoy fi look what manna do
It’s like Manga’s the manual
I don’t even get a thank you
Saw tings when I never had a view
I was on the side like callaloo
Now I’m homeless like I never had a roof
Local everywhere
Outernational
 
I was a dad before I had a yute
Clark Kent until I ran in the booth
Style and substance I manage the two
Right now I’m looking for investments
So I can put bread in just like baba ganoush
Dem man are clearing rooms
Like they’re planning to move
So wah gwarn who fell off
Who’s big in the style they beg off
Us man have been hard from time
When a lot of dem bwoy deh break fast like Kellog’s
Set the pace and then set off
And then go pepper them just like jollof
They had one hit ages ago
Whole heap a style dem man done let off
Style upon style the gang dem well off
The name rings bells the phone get bell off
Man haffi talk about our ting separate
From long time had the whole ting sell off
When I write hooks like Lennox
It’s dread on your head like Lennox
Set the rules and the regulations
From long time had the whole ting
Yo
Look
Wah gwarn what happened the gang dem back in
Live and active
Giving them grease like they came from Athens
Man a get B.U.N. down to ashes
Nuff style that they came and catted
They can’t khalas the ting cuz it’s slappin
They come around and call themselves kings
We come around and call them catfish
I was 125 on a typhoon
Now I come around and my car’s got black tints
I was part of the new era
Now I come around and they call man captain
When they come around it’s weird
Cah dem man are washed up and they ain’t been adapting
Best out best in the game
There will never be a day when it won’t be a dat ting
Man a get (nug!) if a boy try diss I
Any type a back chat get straight missile
Mi nuh take back chat on this side
If they wanna be cool then they gotta decide
If not send them straight to the skizzeye
Dem bwoy fi dead and they can’t revive
Tell me what you see with your big eye
Gunfingers get lift I
Dem bwoy can’t ramp with I
If I
Step outside it’s a big hype
Whole heap a style mi can’t define
Fell off
Me
Did I?
Manna been out here
Dem man there didn’t survive
Manna been out here everywhere normal
Make money anywhere me reside
Written by: Adam Roberts, Beatriz Franzetti, Matthew Reid, Michael Ho
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