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Trees

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Hip-Hop

Trees fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 1971 por Rhymesayers como parte del álbum Felt 4 U

Detalles de la canción

Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 1971

Sello discográficoRhymesayers

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM87

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Felt

Intérprete

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Ant

Producción

Letra

Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell

R2D2, I'm flyin' myself

And I ain't even gotta tell ya, but I might as well

I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell

My Netflix password is "MursForPrez"

I keep a Scrooge McDuck to disperse my Pez

I'm kinda nervous you're the feds cause you dress like a narc

All you tryna do is play catch with my heart

Murs, am I right?

Ayo, quiet on the set

She already in love but she don't know it yet

You playin' with fire, hope you don't get burned

That shit's no concern, let's grow this perm

I keep my focus like I'm home alone chokin' the worm

And you can hit my mobile phone if there's nowhere to turn

It goes round and round, I gained a few pounds

But I lost a few friends, who didn't wanna stay down

What up though, Sluggo? Yo, what up, Murs?

Back before we used to catch blurbs of herb

Back before the purple was the purp of the herb

Around the same time Salt first said "Yo, Herb"

I was a little asshole that talked a whole lotta shit

I was skatin' my own dough and thought that I was legit

In the city of Lynwood becomin' a man

Dancin' to the Dream Team at a park called Handz

I wanted a Jheri curl, my mom said "No!"

I was four foot three with a busted 'fro

I used to bust a flow, I was the loudest though

I needed crowd control so I could crush the show

Like the Fat Boys tape that I copped out in Long Beach

On the bus ride home, guess I sat in the wrong seat

Got punched in the face, they said they wanted my tape

I had a gun in my waist, but yo, hold up, wait

It goes Cold Crush, Gold Rush, pocket full of no fucks

Fell for Skeletor, your momma be like "So what?"

Donuts with Ace Rock, Ice-T hates cops

Six in the mornin', word to

Stop tryna name drop, catch a rain drop

Joggin' with a Walkman, listenin' to K-Pop

She make party with the bomb-ass food

I came through, Punk smooth with the arm tattoo

Vanglorious black watch on my wrist

If you don't know the time, I'ma tell you with my fist

Power to the people, sour to the diesel

And I don't even smoke that flower but I need to

Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell

R2D2, I'm flyin' myself

And I ain't even gotta tell ya, but I might as well

I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell

Written by: Anthony Davis, Nicholas Carter, Sean Daley

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