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Headrush
3,294
Hip-Hop
Headrush was released on September 21, 2023 by CD PROJEKT RED as a part of the album 107.5 Darkstar Radio
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Release DateSeptember 21, 2023
LabelCD PROJEKT RED
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Backxwash
Backxwash
Performer
BADPANNINI
BADPANNINI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashanti Mutinta
Ashanti Mutinta
Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Picture me glossing my face with makeup
A painting with visions of prophets from the lips of the godsend
From the tips of the faucet
I dip the paint hun'
And make my up to Transylvania
Let's keep the pace up, pace up, pace up
Midst of a robbery, I keep the K drawn
Fuck liasions, I'ma shoot this shit
Man, I need my face done
I feel so pretty, obnoxious
So stitched and pregnant
Poppin' pills, quarter bills
Driving drunk off the wheels
And the voices tryna show me
How to meet God in machine
My body is greased, topped up these seams caught on my jeans
Sedatives get repetitive
I won't need all the medicine
Blemishes on the pelvicness
Only leads me ahead of 'em
I'm poised to ask Von Neumann
What's a woman to a beast?
Do computers meet their usefulness
When beauty is belief?
Superhuman evolution
Take a ruler to their peace
While these losers keep it moving
Man, how useless can they be?
I feel the headrush going up my face, yup
I pray to God I'll leave here scorched
With all their blood across the floor (Across the floor)
I won't even say much, the touch of death, huh
Sweet surrender up in flames
Hear them calling on my name (On my name)
Chock-full of the lead punch, dip in the dead, huh
I'm drowned in corpses, all so lossless
Fear for those who come across this (Who come across this)
I won't even say none, My time is vacant
I pray to god for no remorse
I seen my wallet runs its course (It's run its course)
Yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) fuck! (Fuck)
Yeah, (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
My stronghold is ice-cold
No milk in the carton
Ain't no diamonds in the purse
Ain't no silk in the garden
As these liars leave the earth
Justifying all their worth
I swear to the dearly departed
I'll kill me a sargent
See, what's the use for the vanity while we lose the humanity?
Blood transfusions and grenadine, pocket loose, insanity
Hacket tew, I spew all my machinations imagination
Sort of Marxist fuel
Just with lacerations my affidavit
Something gotta change
The rent is due, 'cept for you
Head needs screws
Swear by these tennis shoes
I'm dead in June
All I need is like fifty grand
'Cause I'm drunk in this stall
With a Johnnie in my silverhand
I feel the headrush, going up my face, yup
I pray to God I'll leave here scorched
With all their blood across the floor (Across the floor)
I won't even say much, the touch of death, huh
Sweet surrender up in flames
Hear the calling on my name (On my name)
Chock-full of the lead punch, dip in the dead, huh
I'm drowned in corpses, all so lossless
Fear for those who come across this (Who come across this)
I won't even say none, My time is vacant
I pray to god for no remorse
I seen my wallet runs its course (It's run its course)
Written by: Ashanti Mutinta
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