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The Ring
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The Ring wurde am 7. Oktober 2022 von Royal Mountain Records als Teil des Albums Puff Piece veröffentlicht
7. Oktober 2022
LabelRoyal Mountain Records
SpracheEnglish
BPM80
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Chorus]
I was in that two-star hotel, I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl from the ring that was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
[Verse 1]
Seven days (Seven days)
And six nights (Six nights)
I've seen the video and I won't attempt to summarize (Ooh)
My eyes glaze over (Glaze over)
Wonder what it felt like so deep down in the ground, so helpless (Helpless)
I guess I'll find out in a few days
[Chorus]
I was in that two-star hotel, I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Tabitha girl from the ring that was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face looking something like an eggshell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
[PostChorus]
When I came out the door, was immersed in Philadelphia
The city of brotherly love was gripping me too hard
'Cause when I was walking around
I could feel everyone's eyes upon me
[Instrumental]
227, Blockworks
I'm rollin' up as we speak, stuck on the beach
Pretty young thing with a tongue ring sucking her teeth
Love to fuck on the sheets at the moesy-woesy (Where we at?)
And when we chill at her spot, she can't have no company (At all)
She knew I made a hundred thousand out that comfort suite
Why these **** chasing clout? I'm countin' comfortably (Countin' up)
Ran that up, steady climbing up that money tree
Burning back-to-back Backwoods ever so humbly (Respectfully)
Them other **** ain't the one, there's only one of me (Lots)
She told me money make her cum, I told her, "Come with me" (Uh-huh)
Money see, money go, might let her crumble me
Baggin' up in my honeycomb, she my honeybee (Cha-ching)
These **** wanna be blocks, they just some wannabes
Bunch a fake thugs hopin' blood flood my dungarees (Grr)
Really touched a hundred thousand out that comfort suite (Count up)
I let these **** run they mouth while I run the streets, what up?
[Chorus]
I was in that two-star hotel, I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl from the ring that was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
Written by: Everett Morris
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