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BITTERSWEET
10,088
De gira
Hip-Hop/Rap
BITTERSWEET fue lanzado el 26 de enero de 2024 por Priceovfame,LLC como parte del álbum BITTERSWEET - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de enero de 2024
Sello discográficoPriceovfame,LLC
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM99

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lihtz
Lihtz
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Andrew Howard
Andrew Howard
Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Dylan Maurice Hyde P/K/A “Dylan Hyde”
Producción
Darius Poviliunas P/K/A “Wonderyo”
Producción
Marco Pierre P/K/A “MusikSpirit”
Producción
Miles Corayer P/K/A “Miless”
Producción

Letra

My brother came to me in a dream Told me that I'm doing this shit
Like I said, I do this shit at 16 When we was selling weed, stick and seeds
I knew this shit, we still got a plant the seed My life ain't no script, but I'm still big screen
Lifestyle lit, but a **** still grieve Been running up a bag, I been catching fatigue
I was in the Hilton, just me I was in my feelings, set free
It cannot be real, why you leave? Shit will give chills, bittersweet
Gotta watch my body, I know a ****'s not for me
I was in a valley, I saw shit was getting deep Knew that it would work, work, work, re-re
I'm happy, and I'm hurt, it's bittersweet No more heartaches, no more rainy days
No more darkness, I always saw it I always knew we'd get here, we go the farthest.
I see lost souls, wonder why my heart cold Open up my chest, you'll see a dark hole
Yeah, I just wonder, where the fuck my dog go? It used to be us on the walk home
Chopper on me, longer than a torso I guess I'm gon' meet you at the crossroads
I ain't got nobody I can fall on, yeah, yeah I ain't got nobody I can fall on.
My brother came to me in a dream Told me that I'm doing this shit
Like I said, I do this shit at 16 When we was selling weed, stick and seeds
I knew this shit, we still got a plant the seed my life ain't no script, but I'm still big screen
Lifestyle lit, but a **** still grieve Been running up a bag, I been catching fatigue
I was in the Hilton, just me I was in my feelings, set free
It cannot be real, why you leave? Shit will give chills, bittersweet
Written by: Andrew Howard
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