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Geronimo
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Geronimo wurde am 6. Juni 2026 von Ghost Group©(est. 2025) Outriders Music Inc.©(est.2014) als Teil des Albums Geronimo - Single veröffentlicht
6. Juni 2026
LabelGhost Group©(est. 2025) Outriders Music Inc.©(est.2014)
SpracheEnglish
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Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Mines in the road that you walking on
Sky full of drones, you are not alone
Running low on hope, I got a pocket-full
That's a long, long fall with a lot to go
Hanging off the edge and I've gotten close
Time so slow, like the clock is broke
I've never been this far gone before
Fuck it, I'm jumping, geronimo
Since my very first song, gave 'em raw, unfiltered real shit
Ain't change the mission statement been a decade and I'm still sick
Way I spread like an infection that pandemic was a field trip
We got em up-in-arms, wondering how they're gonna deal with
A school of thought the product of a monster who got nothing left
Every days like class again, try to pass another test
Paralyzed, under stress, Insomniac, I'm underslept
But every bar I carved into my fuckin desk; another step
Oh God what I would give to hear these motherfucking walls speak
Part of Travis Barkers' band how I watch for all the small things
See the mood rings on my friends (is)
Changing themes up like some Fall leaves
Homies staying in the shade like a picnic in the palm trees
And I'm positive if ya'll was all my dawgs, then you'd be here
Its gettin hard for me to differentiate the fake from real
Claustrophobic, got me locked like I'm waitin on appeal
I'm not speaking just to talk, ya'll already know the deal
Pangs of hunger in my stomach, I'm too weak to fucking move (can)
Cease this strickening a little bit each beat that I consume
Hands are bound, I'm strapped down within this padded room
What I'm sick with stays contagious, it ain't safe in here for you
Cause I'm a heretic, my speech is a treasonous offense
I guess autonomys a trait we afraid of and condemn
(Still they) Label me a vagrant then buy tickets to my sets
When what I say in conversation same as statements with this pen
I could say it all again but then it'd sort of get boring
Trying to make the same point across four different choruses
Abandoned common sense, every thought I'm ignoring
Hit the end and then begin again like I'm the Ouroboros
Flows potent as this pack I'm smoking
Bars are molten, grab and hold 'em
Telescope - trap their focus, make it so they have to notice
Addys ain't make half the dosage
Boomerang, back and forth n'
Stay strapped as loaded packages (don't)
Misquote it like the patent stolen
Anti-social, so the light stays off inside my home
Stick a knife in your throat if you come by alone
Runnin' low on hope, what you brought it 'fo?
That's a long, long fall, geromimo
Shot me runnin' once, now I walk a ghost
Bunch of empty shells is all my pockets hold
Fuck stayin' in my lane, I'll run em off the road
Waitin on a way out is not an option, "yo
What's that rattle in your pocket?" Bitch
I need my medication
I been managing my anger and it's getting aggrivating
Everybody lookin' up, they see me levitating
Fuck permission, who gon ground 'em If I'm outta gravitation?
Go medieval with these bars, underground is where I came up
I'm in gravedigger mode, it's going down like excavation
Coat-of-Arms upon the wall reads "bleed for this"
And that aint changing
Shine a light with every line I write, I'll show you where the way is
Recommend you double-check every lock on your doors
Hit the Hardware Store and probably cop you some more
Better barricade the basement, add a board to be sure
Somebody should've warned you to check under the porch
Conditioned by the cold, relentless winters in the north
I'm Malaysian Airlines high about to fly this bitch off course
My mind gets pulled from both sides like the ward of a divorce
If son ain't come up by tomorrow
You should prolly check the morgue (watch for)
Mines in the road that you walking on
Weight on my spine, pile on some more
Every second is a century I watch unfold
Follow down the hole however far it goes
Took the clothes off my back when they bought my soul
Every words a murder weapon that I shot and sold
Is your mind still yours once you've lost control?
Fuck it, I'm jumping, geronimo
I've seen God and Satan and I've seen whats in between
Seen the Hydra heads behind me, smiling through Cerberus' teeth
I watched The Ring and never blinked, Knocked Samara thru the screen
Buck a bullet thru my brain and leave my body at the scene
I'm the whisper in the breeze, a distant whistle in the streets
The mood to pull you through it when life knocks you to your knees
I'm the spark that sets it off, I'm the blood spilled in the stream
I'm the heart that beats behind, inside of every piece you leave
Cuz I'm more than a rapper, I'm a mastermind
Plot my fall behind my back, I'm back to cracking spines
Stash up in the backpack under glass and knives
Why fear the thought of death when we just passin' time?
I'm the greatest; undebatably, we know this as an blatant fact
My lyrics etched in pyramids, whatchu hearing is an ancient rap
Put me in the ring with anybody, guess who make it back
I ain't even bein cocky, all these rappers Fakin' Jax
Embarrassed as I say this cause I'm lookin at the state of that
Fabricate, fake and cap, ain't even 'rap-adjacent' Rap
I'm bout to Crystal Lake the whole game wearing a Jason mask
Before you drop your songs ya'll should really start to play'm back
You shouldnt act surprised when smoke is fillin up the skies
Swore I'd be the spark to light oil fires in your mind
Noone ever gives a fuck until they running out of time
Your two cents'll getcha left with two pennies in your eyes
I ain't motherfuckin playing, everybody dies
Turn a lobby hall to Columbine 'n blame it on the rhymes
Pray up to your deities for ways to stay alive
Find out what you worth to God when it's faith that's on the line
Keep your eyes on the road that you walkin' on
Sky full of drones, you are not alone
When you've crumbled under weight they'll pile on some more
My words are weapons from the second that the thought was formed
Is your life still yours when youve lost control?
Is the world less dark when your eyes are closed?
I ain't at the edge yet but I've gotten close
Fuck it, im jumping, geronimo
Written by: Brock McDonald, Quentin Dennison

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