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Matrix
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Matrix wurde am 2. Oktober 2026 von Atlantic Outpost als Teil des Albums Heaven on Mars veröffentlicht
2. Oktober 2026
LabelAtlantic Outpost
SpracheEnglish
BPM190
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Intro]
To the sound of the sun and the stars
[Chorus]
All this green money, it look like The Matrix
Twenty different women going different way
I ain't never running out of Ben Franklins
You can't name a bitch that's out of my range
Throw back a G for the faces
High clarity in my bracelets
It took a minute, we made it
It took a minute, we made it
[Verse 1]
Diamonds on you, I leave stains on these ****
They caught the flu, I went plain on these ****
Stacking that money, scrape paint off the ceiling
Cash for the whip, no restraints with the dealer
To rest with the members, I roll for the guys
Pull up presidential with Rollies inside
Over y'all level of substitute crime
I never thought I'd found peace in the lyin'
Every time I pour it, shit look like Pepsi
Suicide doors, whip so selfish
If he diss, we take his Richard and his necklace
Got a bad bitch in Boston, screamin', "Help me"
I got demons in my closet in Giuseppe
Pull up old school, I feel like I'm Elvis
But I draw my tool, a **** tried to press me
Fully glitch and get to kickin' like Tekken, yeah
[Refrain]
Fans up in the crowd, I still brought my vest in here
Don't be playin' foul, shooter got a TEC in here
Ain't got no diamonds on, I ain't gotta flex in here
Would tell 'bout how she smile, she'll get undressed in here
Fans up in the crowd, I still brought my vest in here
Don't be playin' foul, shooter got a TEC in here
Ain't got no diamonds on, I ain't gotta flex in here
Would tell 'bout how she smile, she'll get undressed in—
[Bridge]
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
[Chorus]
All this green money, it look like The Matrix
Twenty different women going different way
I ain't never running out of Ben Franklins
You can't name a bitch that's out of my range
Throw back a G for the faces
High clarity in my bracelets
It took a minute, we made it
It took a minute, we made it
Written by: Kobe Crawford, Ronald Lee Roper
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