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Sun up
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Sun up wurde am 7. August 2026 von iMD-MOZI als Teil des Albums Sun up - Single veröffentlicht
7. August 2026
LabeliMD-MOZI
SpracheEnglish
BPM100
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Running low on tanks, but I gotta come up
I be hustling sun down to sun up
Standing ten toes, haters won't be taking me
I'm 'bout my cheese, I'm 'bout my bread, I'm 'bout my bakery
Ain't no hurry in the race, that's a fool's game
Busters turning on you, only time that people change
All this fakery, I see these suckers acting strange
She ain't loyal, ain't no marriage, ain't no last name
Running low on tanks
Bread, I'm 'bout my bakery
Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack
Having nightmares where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right back"
Steady smoking out and then I make a dope track
Locs on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only 'bout figures
Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers
Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack
Having nightmares where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right back"
Steady smoking out and then I make a dope track
Locs on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only 'bout figures
Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers
Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack
Having nightmares where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right back"
Steady smoking out and then I make a dope track
Locs on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only 'bout figures
Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers
Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack
Having nightmares where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right back"
Steady smoking out and then I make a dope track
Locs on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only 'bout figures
Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers
Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack
Having nightmares where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right back"
Steady smoking out and then I make a dope track
Locs on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only 'bout figures
Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers
Written by: Thibaut Sané

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