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Killshot
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Killshot fue lanzado el 26 de febrero de 2021 por Parlophone UK como parte del álbum Sad Night Dynamite
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de febrero de 2021
Sello discográficoParlophone UK
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM89

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Intérprete
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Voces, Programación
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Programación, Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Autoría
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Producción, Ingeniería de mezcla
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 2]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 3]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
[Verse 4]
Running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home, getting home
[Verse 5]
So running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home
[Verse 6]
So go
How you making love if you're her dad?
Nothing's evеr been here in the sand
Now I'm gеtting higher than the band
[Verse 7]
I could get a killshot running
Played with your food for the last three summers
Kicked off the roof tryna aim like gunners
Popped off a few on the hillside
[Verse 8]
Coughed up a rock in my throat so hard
Throwing up blood all over the yard
Running round shooting my guns like I'm over paid
[Verse 9]
Fuck it, girl, you can't be fucking saved
Now he fucking knows about it
[Verse 10]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 11]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
Written by: Archie Blagden, Josh Greacen
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