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Tortoise
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tortoise fue lanzado el 13 de diciembre de 2024 por Carbrey como parte del álbum Tortoise - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento13 de diciembre de 2024
Sello discográficoCarbrey
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM93

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Carbrey
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Trace Carbrey
Trace Carbrey
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
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Letra

If you read about it
Then it really doesn’t matter
All I ever wanna do is keep you set in stone
Playing by the book
I know the tricks that get you stuck
If you gone dig up any bones
Then it’s murder she wrote
But she don’t write me
I been on the cusp of giving in
Everything I got
It’ll never be enough
And I know that I can keep you
In my grasp
I been slipping with no falling
Moving like a tortoise
With really sure footing
Corpses
Pile round my feet
And they clawing
I know that they all had what you once wanted
What is it you want from me
I got animosity
Looking at the shattered men
Looming around the corner piece
Many times I run away
I don’t even need the pain
Painting a picture with neon stripes
Hope I spot the way
Dark space
Where I been lurking when I can’t hide a play
Hard place
Rock that been keeping me where the sun grey
Locked gaze
I ain’t been keeping up on a bad day
Good days
I been sauntering like a headcase
Scaring me to death
When I stay
At the coldest
Spatula gonna flip me over
Grill me on the shoulder
Roasting me like
Quartered meat
That’s why I stay afloat love
Every time you call the coroner
So you can slow rub
If you read about it
Then it really doesn’t matter
All I ever wanna do is keep you set in stone
Playing by the book
I know the tricks that get you stuck
If you gone dig up any bones
Then it’s murder she wrote
But she don’t write me
I been on the cusp of giving in
Everything I got
It’ll never be enough
And I know that I can keep you
In my grasp
I’m
Moving in between all these enemy lines
Feeding into propaganda that want me lie
Buttering soul cause I never know
Where the profit will hide
Running with all of my prospects
Finding another one cross hatched
Why do you hurt every one
That come around you
You ain’t defenseless
Talking me outta my senses
Gotta rebound with no back slip
If I did then I’d be drowning
Gotta make a deal with myself in this
Written by: Trace Carbrey
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