Crabs In a Bucket - Vince Staples: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Crabs In a Bucket

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Crabs In a Bucket fue lanzado el 23 de junio de 2017 por Def Jam Recordings como parte del álbum Big Fish Theory

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumBig Fish Theory

Fecha de lanzamiento23 de junio de 2017

Sello discográficoDef Jam Recordings

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM65

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Vince Staples

Voces

Justin Vernon

Programación

Zack Sekoff

Programación

Kilo Kish

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Vince Staples

Autoría

Justin Vernon

Autoría

Zack Sekoff

Autoría

Lakisha Robinson

Lakisha Robinson

Autoría

Stanley Walden

Autoría

Amerie Mi Marie Rogers

Amerie Mi Marie Rogers

Autoría

Rich Harrison

Autoría

Producción e ingeniería

Justin Vernon

Coproducción

Zack Sekoff

Producción

Michael Law Thomas

Michael Law Thomas

Ingeniería de grabación

William Francis Delaney VI

William Francis Delaney VI

Ingeniero(a) adicional

Michael Freeman

Michael Freeman

Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Mark Stent

Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Intro]

Crabs in a bucket

[Verse 1]

Crabs in a bucket

Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it?

When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore

Sendin' shots, but you at the top floor

Let 'em pop shit, gimme some drums to go pop with

Need white women at the shows unconscious

If not that, then topless, earned all this

Get with that or get in the mosh pit

Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy?

Young man, you not actin' too cocky

Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash

Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash

If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' flash

Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag

Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect

Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet

[Instrumental]

Spend a lot of money on the CDG

Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen?

Battle with the white man day by day

Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play

They don’t ever want to see the Black man eat

Nails in the Black man's hands and feet

Put him on a cross, so we put him on a chain

Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me

Rollcage on the GT3

How a show on stage like a DVD?

Put me in the MoMA when it's over with

I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit

[Instrumental]

Remember that I still got you

I still got you here

It's rare they'd come across you?

I kept you hidden in my head

Drowning in my own ocean

I forgot to care

And you can drop anchor, baby

I know what's under there

It never really crossed my mind to think

Maybe you'd avert your glance at me?

Ever really cross your mind

Ever really cross your mind

I ain't never had no chance to breathe

Written by: Amerie Mi Marie Rogers, Justin Vernon, Lakisha Robinson, Richard C. Harrison, Stanley Walden, Vince Staples, Zachary Deem Sekoff, Zack Sekoff

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