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Sitcom
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Sitcom fue lanzado el 29 de agosto de 2024 por slepi como parte del álbum Notes
ÁlbumNotes
Released29 de agosto de 2024
Sello discográficoslepi
IdiomaEnglish
BPM
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Letra

Talking shit? You got to go
Nobody cutting my row
Giving back more than I owe
Got a career that will blow
Somehow I don’t even know
What imma do if it don’t
Want me to bitch about it? No
When I rap leave ‘em like woaaaaah
Laughing bout me like a sitcom
Do a lot of work when I sit calm
Live in my room waiting income
So what, Imma blow like a tick bomb
This life’s a shit imma grip on
No respect for people who think are
Perfect, they don’t know what the risks are
So hot on my tops with my sick on
Know where I’m going but I feel like I’m lost tho
Anime girl voice “rwar” like el gato
I’m running red circles on white no Japan tho
My left to my right hand, thanks, arigato
Rappers so cheesy, got them feeling like they’re nacho
Back on my back, no
Rather put the work in, miles on
Got to catch ‘em all like lasso
Pokémon style, Pikachu
Woah
Made a fucking beat in two hours that’s quick
Fast and furious when I’m getting the gin
Standing on my toes but I’m running till the finish
Making it in 3 17 count the minutes
Go so fast like a second bitch
Who’s time? I don’t know him yet
She blowing shit, my dick is a clarinet
Squidward, is that you man?
Living my life like I wanna do
Knocking on wood so I’m going to
This ain’t assault when I’m here to murder you
It ain’t a crime if nobody knows it tho
Better than me? That’s hysterical
Didn’t know you were so funny bro
Gon’ say one thing
They aren’t your friends
Even if they are surrounding you
Laughing bout me like a sitcom
Do a lot of work when I sit calm
Live in my room waiting income
So what, Imma blow like a tick bomb
This life’s a shit imma grip on
No respect for people who think are
Perfect, they don’t know what the risks are
So hot on my tops with my sick on
Bitch look at me when I come with the heat
I'm filling the room we cannot coexist
Why do you have such an anger towards me
If that is the case why you bobbing to this
Damn, why you so vexed
Is it because I am something you can’t
Imitate, sorry I don’t understand
Why the fuck homeboy just want to touch hands
Giving bitches a heart attack
Got that cardiac dick, bro would it hurt to ask
Which ones on the top
Ain’t it obvious, obviously not me
Waiting for my time, at that time you got palsy
This approach kinda ballsy
Your a roach in my home street
Got the whole street screaming like an orgy
Nah man that’s kinda gross, see
I kinda like it in the nosebleeds
Would it hurt if you punched yourself?
The same amount it hurts when you cannot prevail
Is it called betrayal or not?
Can you not trust your own persona
That’s something personal
I’d never know when to stop, if I do
I’d proba-
-bly be not me
See, life is short and it’ll never be
Enough
In the end we are all stuck
Laughing bout me like a sitcom
Do a lot of work when I sit calm
Live in my room waiting income
So what, Imma blow like a tick bomb
This life’s a shit imma grip on
No respect for people who think are
Perfect, they don’t know what the risks are
So hot on my tops with my sick on
Written by: Sergiu-Ioan Molcut
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