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Prodigy
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Prodigy fue lanzado el 6 de agosto de 2022 por N/A como parte del álbum Lost & Found
Released6 de agosto de 2022
Sello discográficoN/A
IdiomaEnglish
BPM84
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Video musical

Video musical

Letra

Worry about your own shit mother fucker
Why you eyeing me
Black out all my windows
Finally I get some privacy
Funny cause you
Though you had pizzazz
But after a couple tracks
I'm smoking all you mother fuckers
Like Shi' Carri be
All we know is anger
We was brought up
In that poverty
So I don't follow rules
I do it my way
Ain't no policies
Young white boy
Black boy
Yo I'm both
Every since I was child
They could tell I was a prodigy
I been stacking
Like monopoly
Saving for
The day
That I could finally
Get some property
Ain't no talking slick
You talk to me
It must be properly
I done set my mind
To be successful
Ain't no stopping me
Like honestly
For years
All of these people
Tried to silence me
Told me
I couldn't be
What I want to be
Laughing at the kid
Because I got a dream
I'm way too quick
Bad habits
Got to break that shit
I'm on the come up
If they talking doubtful
Then I do it
Make 'em shut up
I been in my zone
I'm on a roll
They call me butter
They tryna ride my wave
But they ain't gonna
Had a drop a some heat
To end the summer
Cause I got a lil heath back
A mental health check
Said you struggling and
Bet I felt
Its hard to feel sad
But we're on our shit tonight
Cause tomorrow
Gets here fast
And I swear it feels like minutes
The way that the
Years past
But that's life
So while I'm still breathing
I'm a vibe
Getting by
Is all I've ever known
So I'ma fly
For the times
When little bitty me
Was only scraping up
Them dimes
And mama had no money
For the lights
Now I'm priceless
Use to rock some silver
Now she icy
Hi key
I don't really like you
Don't invite me
Cop some clean kicks
Looking tidy
See it in my eyes
Don't try me
Bitch I'm getting by
Worry about your own shit mother fucker
Why you eyeing me
Black out all my windows
Finally I get some privacy
Funny cause you
Though you had pizzazz
But after a couple tracks
I'm smoking all you mother fuckers
Like Shi' Carri be
All we know is anger
We was brought up
In that poverty
So I don't follow rules
I do it my way
Ain't no policies
Young white boy
Black boy
Yo I'm both
Every since I was child
They could tell I was a prodigy
I been stacking
Like monopoly
Saving for
The day
That I could finally
Get some property
Ain't no talking slick
You talk to me
It must be properly
I done set my mind
To be successful
Ain't no stopping me
Like honestly
For years
All of these people
Tried to silence me
Told me
I couldn't be
What I want to be
Laughing at the kid
Because I got a dream
I'm way too quick
Bad habits
Got to break that shhh
Written by: Jesse E Santana
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