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Instincts
1.441
Hip-Hop/Rap
Instincts κυκλοφόρησε στις 21 Μαΐου 2019 από The Lunar Society ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Unsigned
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ΆλμπουμUnsigned
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας21 Μαΐου 2019
ΕτικέταThe Lunar Society
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM80

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cal Scruby
Cal Scruby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Scruby
Calvin Scruby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Corbett
DJ Corbett
Producer
Cal Scruby
Cal Scruby
Mixing Engineer

Στίχοι

I feel my mind speeding like a car chase
I love it when my heart race
I just did a pile, feel like I'm literally Scarface
No easy buckets, had to learn this shit the hard way
And now we on the hardwood, the parquet
But I remember dark days
Parking the Honda on Central Parkway
Part ways, some people gon dessert you like a parfait
Someone in your circle keep it semi like an archway
Vasili flippin' quarters out the house like it's an arcade
You horrible at 4-minute stories, that's why I'm telling it
The moral is to always keep an eye on those irrelevant
Getting dumb rich is not making you look intelligent
No prescription, lenses just expensive for the hell of it
Two, three, or four eyes
You could never go where I go, you would need a tour guide
This drive is not a joy ride
I do what I want over here, you just stay on your side
Ooh that make you salty, why you sodium chloride, huh?
I used to wonder what they got against me
I can play the villain though, it fits me
I don't trust nobody but my brothers and my instincts
Just my brothers and my instincts
Back when I was broke, I had to fix things
When I make a play, I'm making history
I'm the reason why they switch teams
And all they talk about is 6 rings
I turn the tables like LeBron after losing to Roger Bacon
I'm plotting my domination, hopping out of a spaceship
Talent and confidence, can you balance that combination?
That's shit I never learned from turning in college papers
That diploma on the wall don't mean you know it all
I don't know why you show it off, mine is in my garage
My saliva on her vagina, I'm drooling, I'm a dog
On Survivor I would vote you off, you and Logan Paul (yeah)
Got some good shit, that's why I hate bad news
Hear that shit, it make me sick, feel like I ate fast food
Got my music ready whenever I make that move (yeah)
Now all I need is some face tattoos (yeah)
1 bed and 2 bitches
Red Ferrari 458, that's three 6's like my team Memphis
I got seats inches from the floor, these ain't cheap tickets
Couldn't get em if you had a genie give you 3 wishes
So why you rock the boat if you get sea sickness?
And why you keep fishin'? Why you sneak dissin'?
This is 6 pieces out the bucket honey, 3 biscuits
Giving you this soul food, feeding you these deep dishes
I used to wonder what they got against me
I can play the villain though, it fits me
I don't trust nobody but my brothers and my instincts
Just my brothers and my instincts
Back when I was broke, I had to fix things
When I make a play, I'm making history
I'm the reason why they switch teams
And all they talk about is 6 rings
Written by: Calvin Scruby
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