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Interlude
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Interlude fue lanzado el 23 de junio de 2017 por Epic/We The Best como parte del álbum Grateful
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ÁlbumGrateful
Fecha de lanzamiento23 de junio de 2017
Sello discográficoEpic/We The Best
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM78

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Belly
Belly
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Autoría
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Autoría
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Autoría
Clay McMurray
Clay McMurray
Autoría
John Glover
John Glover
Autoría
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Autoría
Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producción
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Producción
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Ingeniería de grabación
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Straight out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans, with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember being my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil, it's over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood boils
The spoils of war used to take the drugs out the foil
Man, these arms can't reach you
AR's won't recoil, goddamn
[Verse 2]
I might marry and heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage, baby
Let's go disappearing and just perish
Thirty carats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My chariot is McLaren
It's all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting
Haha, fuck it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
[Verse 3]
Final warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning, you'll awake and await morning
We earn it then we burn it to ash, I call it urn money
My dog caught forty before he turned twenty
Money is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakesh, all my kush is American
Man, I feel like a therapist
Pistol on me like Maravich
I'm careless, I'm so perilous
With all this arrogance, goddamn
[Verse 4]
Money, hoes, there's something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy land
Back when I was holding grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy land
My father never was a holy man
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, C. McMurray, DJ Khaled, J. Glover, Nicholas M. Warwar, P. Sawyer, Tarik Azzouz
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