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AFRO
197
De gira
Hip-Hop/Rap
AFRO fue lanzado el 3 de abril de 2026 por 10k como parte del álbum POMPEII // UTILITY
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento3 de abril de 2026
Sello discográfico10k
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
MIKE
MIKE
Intérprete
SURF GANG
SURF GANG
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ernst Junior Nelson
Ernst Junior Nelson
Composición
Michael Bonema
Michael Bonema
Composición, Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gabriel Schuman
Gabriel Schuman
Ingeniería de mezcla
Flea Diamonds
Flea Diamonds
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
(Flea)
Living fast, always swing with the lean, if it wasn't gas
Probably prob– (Ugh, SURG GANG, baby)
(Ta-la-da)
[Chorus]
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me into a G, never run it back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
[Verse 1]
Sickened days, I felt the grief in my mother pad
Been tryna make it own my feet and made a couple laughs
Are you a stranger to the streets? Need to come to class
They teach you how to raise the fee, make the double fast
Swayin' with a lean, if it wasn't gas
They probably breaking in their feet, pray for another gat
Can sit and staying in the east, race another lap
A due vacation in Pari' and face a London pack
And **** hated on the team, fuck, what's up with that?
Because we raining like the spring, like the summer's bad
They're giving pain to any dweeb if they wanted that
Your lil' vape don't even sting, why it's bubblewrap?
An innovator, I'm the dream, my lucky ass
And you can't take me out to sleep, huh
Remember breaking out the weed to the hungry path
I felt the weight of all the heat, my luggage dragged
One thing 'bout aging that I peep, I need to underpack
Or put the pave to your teeth for your brother yak
You thought I'd be there for relief, now you chose stat
[Chorus]
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
What made me to a king, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks
Crazy just to think how much love has passed
That's what made me to a G, never running back
I grew up blazing by the sink, tryna run it back
Was fewer praise out for peace, move a hundred racks (Flea)
[Outro]
(SURF GANG, baby)
[Instrumental]
Nothing on your shoulders, that you cannot handle
Written by: Ernst Junior Nelson, Michael Bonema
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