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Hack
195
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hack fue publicado el 2 de julio de 2013 por Backwoodz Studioz como parte del álbum Dour Candy
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Fecha de lanzamiento2 de julio de 2013
SelloBackwoodz Studioz
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM80

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
billy woods
billy woods
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans (SESAC), Blockhead (J. Simon) for toneslapmusic
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans (SESAC), Blockhead (J. Simon) for toneslapmusic
Songwriter
Blockhead
Blockhead
Composer

Letras

I hate driving at night
Just increase the chance Quality of Life gon' flash them misery lights
Stay home, write that Richard Price
But when the script don't flip right back at it like a neighbor on the pipe
Pick up, drop off, pick up, drop off
It's just a job, but you can't never knock off
Gettin' old, goin soft, or just seeing things for what they are
I'ma die up in this car hunched over the wheel with a big roll of small bills
Tray fulla ash, quarter tank of gas, dog eared photos tapes to the dash
18 years pushing this cab from bush dimes to kush in the bag
Youthful crime to this is all I really have
Flash high beams on the boulevard of broken dreams, oh, you don't know it?
Last exit off the road to riches and diamond rings
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They told me:
"Woods, you need a new free project every month and a half and moving forward
The publicist only accepts cash"
Something to think 'bout while I drive like when your connect retire
Introduce you to the new guy and he's 25 (hmm)
The meter runs, release reefer in lungs, now we're cooking with gas
Good times? I ain't have fun seems like everybody else had a blast
Your last tape was half-assed
Few weeks pass ya mans already got the microwave on rehash
That's what's hot on the local thoroughfares, huh? Fuck it, I'll take you there
Red light the beast just stare, watching you try to play it cool
Everybody plays the fool, sometimes hit the corner like we playing pool
Sink the nine
Moving goalposts them folks change rules, no reason or rhyme
I compete with great vigor within the lines that are painted, ****
So I'm out here graveyardin', narrow margins, pathetic pantomime
Grey Gardens
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Written by: Blockhead, F Porter, F. Porter for the Happiest Africans (SESAC), Blockhead (J. Simon) for toneslapmusic, James Simon
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