TRAUMA BOND - Haunted House, TWENTYTHREE & 99zed: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Haunted House, TWENTYTHREE & 99zed

TRAUMA BOND

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TRAUMA BOND fue lanzado el 13 de diciembre de 2024 por Haunted House como parte del álbum TRAUMA BOND - Single

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumTRAUMA BOND - Single

Fecha de lanzamiento13 de diciembre de 2024

Sello discográficoHaunted House

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM78

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Haunted House

Intérprete

Witchouse 40k

Voces

Grim Salvo

Voces

TWENTYTHREE

Voces

99zed

Voces

Saliva Grey

Voces

KAMAARA

Voces

Savage Ga$p

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Spencer Lynn

Composición

Riley Amend

Composición

Patrick Jobe

Composición

Nicholas Dismore

Nicholas Dismore

Composición

Jeremy Klein

Composición

Gaspare Magaddino

Gaspare Magaddino

Composición

Daniel Eldridge

Daniel Eldridge

Composición

Cameron Harrell

Cameron Harrell

Composición

Andrew Moran

Composición

Producción e ingeniería

99zed

Producción

³³marrow

Producción

Letra

I can’t feel my body

I’ll go and get ur body gone

Shawty got that evil vibe

What you on my body for?

What’s with all that talking down?

What’s with all that popping off?

What’s with ra ra ra ra? I’m rockin’ out

My enemies is spinning out

Yall should really lock it down

I be thinking like your broad

Guess it’s really fuck em all

Now it feel like Halloween

All my opps is falling off

Shawty made me happy I was happier to break it off

Blacked out everything meet the grim reaper

Crashed out with the gang and we all creepin

Spawn camp blasting I don’t even gotta see em

Hit the Trauma bond with your bitch she know i'm fighting demons

Blacked everything meet the grim reaper

Crashed out with the gang and we all creepin

Spazzed on everything I feel a lil evil & I’m back on everything haunted house season

Old whip like the Knight Rider

New whip wit dat big body

Two zips in my back pocket

Got two racks in my front pocket

My bitch give that good dome

Get it soon as I get home

Crib out in them woods uhh

That Ceiling taller than Boban

Shout out boy Marjonivic

Sally too tall take ya bitch

Bearing arms too dangerous

I hit the bench and I tape the wrists i'm

In love the game

Need bout a rack to make it thru the day

Can’t take another fucking second

Dealing with these muhfuckers all in my face

Higher than a muhfucka posted up at Fixins

Eating good with my dawgs we ain’t worried bout no bitches mane

We outside everyday swagged out doin side missions

Flyin through the city with my head out the side drifting hoe

You ain’t coming to the haunted house

Lotta fuckas I don’t like so I’m just posted with my hounds

Ducked me on the come up but you wanna work together now?

Ion like fugazi fake bitches so don’t come around

Heaven way, catacomb, anywhere, I’ll let it burn

Enter gray, out the mud, sediment, I never learn

Hollow tip ahead for the worst

Stepping like Dikembe with a rocket when I’m leaving Earth

Nowhere, went to hell in body bags

Seperate my head and leave it buried ‘fore we run it back

Haunted house, we carry like a running back

Never for the talking, ever silence in a hunting mask

Halloween town, sell a soul

Haunted rounds drumming at the wall, see em fold

Skeleton, I’m leaving with a ghost

Never really bothered bout a body, let it go

Don’t worry calm down I brought a shovel (I got it covered)

From the look of the walls It was quite a struggle (Quite the tussle)

Wash your face, clip your nails

And pack a duffle (Fuckin hustle)

From this day move in silence Keep it muzzled (What the fuck I say)

Hey, sleuth, what it do?

Broke down ‘round a mile back

I wander through these parts till I hear shots and then I fire back

Never goin’ back to the gutter I won’t go back

Balrog balling way I make this game my ball rag

What did I tell you about playing with troubled spirits?

Made a mess of my swamp

Shut it I don’t wanna hear

I can’t even look at you in the eye anymore

I’m near the end of my line

Take my body to the clearing

How come every single time I make a little mistake you rub it in my face?

Invisible problems don’t go away

From where I stray—the claw is the law at the end of the day

No matter what happens, scissorhands don’t go back in the cage

What the fuck I said?

Pussy better calm down

Whistle call the dogs out

Drag his mangled body through the compound

Bitch i’m fucked up heading hell bound

Heard she want me dead now

I cant even blame her boy I’m all round

That muh fucka

Dig a grave and put you unda

Big stutta

From the glick not taking nuh nuh

None that pesky bullshit

I stay with my ghouls bitch

Dagger through ya body

Make ya soul drift

Sacrifice em, tell the devil resurrect my soul back

Sleepy hollow stomping on your body till the bones crack

Shhh, find me in the attic where the ghosts at

Gun up in your socket till he sleeping with a toe tag

Cut the switch, I run that back

He bleeding poltergeists, the blood begins to turn to ash, boy

Spinning back, I rip your body up and zip the bag, boy

I’m the demon in your dreams, we lay up on attack, boy

Haunted house up out the grave

Blacked out everything meet the grim reaper

Crashed out with the gang and we all creepin

Spawn camp blasting I don’t even gotta see em

Hit the Trauma bond with your bitch she know i'm fighting demons

Blacked everything meet the grim reaper

Crashed out with the gang and we all creepin

Spazzed on everything I feel a lil evil &

I’m back on everything haunted house season

Written by: Andrew Moran, Cameron Harrell, Daniel Eldridge, Gaspare Magaddino, Jeremy Klein, Nicholas Dismore, Patrick Jobe, Riley Amend, Spencer Lynn

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