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RATKING - Snow Beach
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RATKING
RATKING
Performer
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Performer
Hakeem Lewis
Hakeem Lewis
Performer
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Performer
Isaiah Barr
Isaiah Barr
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Songwriter
Hakeem Lewis
Hakeem Lewis
Songwriter
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Adiele
Eric Adiele
Producer
Hakeem Lewis
Hakeem Lewis
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Mixing Engineer
Brad Hurst
Brad Hurst
Mixing Engineer
Max Eisenberg
Max Eisenberg
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Engineer
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Twa, twa, twa, twenty degrees outside, but toasty Twenty degrees outside But toasty in the tunnel Another day, another dime Another way to kill some time Twenty degrees outside but toasty in the tunnel It was a black and white experience It was black and white Twenty degrees outside but toasty Your troubles are mine Lets gargle n sin Swim to a land where snows slid Where frozen sands still wisp Sure you'll never forget this short trip What ya give is what you tend to get Get what you give with every breath O' darling let me feed ya' Sounds of snow beach I used to shit on NYU kids, soused after dark To the point they be like "again this little fart had to start" Seems random, like Stanford transplanted to the fountain and the arch Infecting the apple, a cancer in its heart Why'd you make a campus out the park? If it keeps spreading, It'll be deaded Panting and parched How you supposed to be handsome and harsh? How you supposed to be standing for New York? Dismantling New York? The apple is rot, The grapple is caught Had to free that So instead we would rap at West 4th For weed dealers, who could see clearer, that we realer Offer to hustle for 'em Is selling swell? Do you earn well? Are you in the Pelle Pel? Or the Marm shell? Same place you hear the devil yell With the churchs bell Everyones a medic, well like to burn L's Everyone give credit, hell Let these words sell Wanna hear and epic tale Its Wiki Virgil Not the trojan in my pocket Or in my wallet Or on my cock, its The trojan in my heart, its The lost souls that start Rome Let's start home Merk off, jerk off's 'til they all gone Every year another court date Every Winter need a North Face for warmth sake on long days Out door waits for out of state weight How the state make money on out of date mistakes Every year another court date Every year need a North Face for warmth sake On long days when the suns rays have stayed Summer summer decayed away Every year another court date Every Winter need a North Face for warmth sake on long days Out door waits for out of state weight How the state make money on out of date mistakes Every year another court date Every year need a North Face for warmth sake On long days when the suns rays have stayed Summer summer decayed away Tourists came, try to escape, admire the place, visit the Empire State I prefer a roof, stoop, fire escape 348 where I would have stayed If I was too high for the train, walk blocks Some where killers have been slain Others where killing have been made Buildings have been raised There ain't no block the same that's chilling in the maze Thinking back on second grade, thinking that second plane More telling, over heard my uncle telling his day Rememberin' what came People melting, swelling my brain Yet remain, compelling to maintain But got these grimey cats selling their cane To shorty like a twelfth of their age I ain't tyring to, threaten your ways Judge you or get in debates But i'm spitting so i get to explain I don't veto votes, I veto coke I don't really fucks with it Seen too many bitches stuck with it If i'm bout to get sucked with it Duck quicker than Quidditch Land on a blunt and i'm with it Y'all just different digits, nah We whole numbers ideas is holistic Whole numbers tend to come from cold tundras But its no wonder, a sweat box when arose summer Every year another court date Every Winter need a North Face for warmth sake on long days Out door waits for out of state weight How the state make money on out of date mistakes Every year another court date Every year need a North Face for warmth sake On long days when the suns rays have stayed Summer summer decayed away
Writer(s): Hakeem T Lewis, Eric C Adiele, Patrick G Morales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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