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Fallen
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fallen fue lanzado el 3 de enero de 2018 por Fly Kilo Music como parte del álbum Fallen
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ÁlbumFallen
Fecha de lanzamiento3 de enero de 2018
Sello discográficoFly Kilo Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM179

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Fly Kilo
Fly Kilo
Autoría

Letra

Intro:
This shit gon turn me to a bad dude
And lately I been feeling mad rude but fuck that wait
I’m at they neck, I’m like a tattoo
Attitude on get yo bag foo
Fuck that wait-
I ain’t tryin for shit
Testimony full of fact I ain’t lyin for shit
Sight glued to the goal, I ain’t eying a bitch
These **** brag bout hoes
Yo bitch look like a lick
Lickin’ woods close bros teamin’ up ona ****
Gotta dip it’s either duck or fuckin’ buss on a ****
I took the bus on a ****
I gotta slide to the stu
I gotta lay me a track
I’m leavin gas ina booth
Used to serve granny bottles to goofy **** at school
Goofy **** like you
That’s only ‘cause I know they listenin’
Don’t mention me if you gon send a message on some mini shit
Showing me you phony but fasading on some friendly shit
From where Mama broke as fuck so she ain’t gotta gimme shit
Court split the family up, miss me with the friendly shit
Mama need a home, Lil sister need a mom
Lil brother need a brother just to teach him how to grind
I been out here shedding light but **** jealous of the shine
Tell em I thought we was workin why the workers on my line
Thinkin Imma tru and clock out
Kilo full time (nah)
Kilo gassed up (nah)
Kilo Big slime
Hook:
(I been Anti-Sober tryna make it go bananas when I show up
Finna go up, Fanta full of poetry and all this soda
Tuckin’ dutches In like he so lullaby he finna blow up
And I’m just tryna find a way to fall
Buss down white socks on, with the nikes on
Mic check, cut the mutha fuckin mic on!)2x
*mic check cut the muthafuckin mic on!* (repeat)
(F-A-L-L-E-N sell that shit
F-A-L-L-E-N spell that shit)repeat
Hook:
I been Anti-Sober tryna make it go bananas when I show up
Finna go up, Fanta full of poetry and all this soda
Tuckin’ dutches In like he so lullaby he finna blow up
And I’m just tryna find a way to fall
Buss down white socks on, with the nikes on
Mic check, cut the mutha fuckin mic on!
Rollin’ through my memories of enemies
Like tell me is you with me or against me
Lately I can’t help but feeling empty
Lately I be forced to give em friendly
Like when they stop runnin’ friendlies
And why they kill Lil Kenny
And why all my **** dying
Like that shit up in the air huh?
Just fall up out that bullshit and drown up in them prayers huh
Don’t ask me if we care, ‘cause we was brought up by the careless
Native to the west coast where we ain’t used to all the fair shit
Grind up
Grind up!
Grind up
(F-A-L-L-E-N) repeat
And all this cookie in my lungs got me feelin’ like a grindah’
Like where we going if we not going up
And why we blowing if we not blowing up
Written by: Fly Kilo
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