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Insomnia
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Insomnia fue lanzado el 28 de abril de 2025 por Cheeba Cheeba Records como parte del álbum Insomnia
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ÁlbumInsomnia
Fecha de lanzamiento28 de abril de 2025
Sello discográficoCheeba Cheeba Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM87

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Cutta Chase
Cutta Chase
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bay29
Bay29
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Bay29
Bay29
Producción

Letra

I saw the devil, she was dancing in disguise
Why tell the truth if you're maskin' it with lies?
Why message and not answer to replies?
I got a question, got no answer from your vice
Windows to the soul, got me curtain twitchin'
Our pillow's getting colder, guess I heard you bitchin'
Cheers to the gears, don't kill it, got a bucket full of tears
Don't spill it like Eliza did
Remember that it's optional to lie and fib
Honesty's a policy and you ain't got the time for it
I ain't wastin' time to watch the same slide
I'd rather watch the clocks than watch this paint dry
My brush is getting brittle and these eaves are getting longer
Man, these buds are getting bigger and this weed is getting stronger
I'm not sleeping like I'm dreaming of a month
Still got the feeling that I'm dealing with insomnia
The man up in the mirror is your actual reflection
Accept it or reject it, it's all practical projection
Lighten up or die glum, practice what is present
Wise up or die dumb, it's natural selection
Refusing is assuming when these sheep are all you're seeing
When they askin' why you're maskless and you ask about their breathing
What is freedom and losing every right we've ever known about?
Believe in what you're feeling, pick your fight before you close your mouth
Food for thought, free speech, everything and anything
Losing what is human, such as everything we've ever been
The devil's in disguise and his spies are preying everything
They'll all see your knives on the rise 'til we end, innit?
Pessimists, herding up the herd, got me counting
Heading up the precipice, swerving up the mountain
Pedal to the metal, man, and blessings to the fountain
Forget about the devil, man, and everything around him
Grounded
Written by: Bay29
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