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bootleg
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Hip-Hop/Rap
bootleg fue lanzado el 25 de octubre de 2024 por broke como parte del álbum Wild Wild West - EP
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Fecha de lanzamiento25 de octubre de 2024
Sello discográficobroke
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
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Video musical

Video musical

Letra

I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest
I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest
I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest
I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west
I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes
Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow
I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove
Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go
So I met the wild boys at the edge of the tracks
Loaded up 50 barrels of the southern smack
I shook a right hand then I looked him dead in the eye
That's when the pistols got drawn like they painting a crime
I dove on the locomotive as it churned
The shots ringing out and my stomach turned
And just when I thought I'd escaped all harm
I saw my city girl wrapped in a West Boy's arm
I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest
I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest
I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest
I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west
I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes
Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow
I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove
Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go
So I rode it down tracks, smoked a couple packs
Poured a bottle out cause my baby broke bad
I'm heading toward their station, a bad location
I can't think twice, so I gotta think fast
I emptied out the clip, gunpowdered the deck
Poured a couple hundred bottles on the front and back
Then I dove out the way, cocked back, take aim
I sent the West Boys packing with a fireball train
I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest
I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest
I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest
I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west
I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes
Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow
I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove
Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go
Written by: Ben Waldee, Jordan Rys
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