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FROG SPLASH
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FROG SPLASH fue lanzado el 13 de febrero de 2026 por MT. MERVILLE como parte del álbum FROG SPLASH - Single
Released13 de febrero de 2026
Sello discográficoMT. MERVILLE
IdiomaEnglish
BPM109
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Letra

Run from death and you'll run outta breath
Comin' up next, time for the show
Episode one got Chekhov's Gun
No sleep till I'm done, like where the time go?
Outta my own way, movin' too slow
But the hare doesn't win and the tortoise don't know
The position that it's in till it got to the goal
That's a tale that I spin when I lost my control
You don't wanna see me fall I could trust that
But I can't trust myself, where the love at?
Bridgin' that gap when I jump and I swung back
Next time it's a necktie when I come back
Gun rack, got a missile with it, it's official
Listen if I blow the whistle
Starter pistol make em' run laps
One tap, make it sacrificial
Gotta kill it with a symbol
That can put me on the map like a thumb tack
Now I gotta write my wrongs
And the night sky comes to erase what the sun does
Little bit of yin for the yang
And a sin to retain everything that I once was
Just another rock and a hard place
More weight that I would push like a front shuv
Dumb luck that I got here, top tier
Good kush and their heads all Bob like One Love
Now I gotta write my wrongs
And the night sky comes to erase what the sun does
Little bit of yin for the yang
And a sin to retain everything that I once was
Just another rock and a hard place
More weight that I would push like a front shuv
Dumb luck that I got here, top tier
Good kush and their heads all Bob like One Love
Marley & Me
Multiple dogs that are patiently waitin' to shoot
Thought it was solo but dolo meets dolo
I don't need a promo to come with a group
Ready the troops, something inglorious
Make it notorious, I got the loot
I won't even move
Unless we talk paper, like Arnold's my neighbor
I don't leave the stoop
In a killer fashion, murder every style that I stab at
Nothing but crack in my catalog grab bag
Gotta talk smack but it's 5 stars when I FROG SPLASH on the crash pad
Got Dam, Mack truck to a Grand Am
Buck shot blam make your legs do the can-can
Pack of lab rats perked out like a last stand
Always been an OutKast, Bombs over Baghdad
Okay, why you gotta do it to em?
Rootin' for the opposition, choppin' up a new edition
Superstition rotten now I gotta find the true condition
Algorithm bought em, watchin' automated new religion
Oughta paint the future bright red so the blood shed
Can't stain from the last reign of the undead
Not enough spread and it's unsaid
But I still pray for the day that we run out of gun lead
Written by: Matthew Thomas Somerville
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