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Grief
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Grief fue lanzado el 23 de marzo de 2015 por Tan Cressida/Columbia como parte del álbum I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt
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Fecha de lanzamiento23 de marzo de 2015
Sello discográficoTan Cressida/Columbia
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM89

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Autoría
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Autoría
Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
Autoría
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Autoría
Erica Wright
Erica Wright
Autoría
Hal David
Hal David
Autoría
Garry Glenn
Garry Glenn
Autoría
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Autoría
Gary Wilson
Gary Wilson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Chris Owens
Chris Owens
Ingeniería
Jake Valentine
Jake Valentine
Ingeniería
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Masterización
randomblackdude
randomblackdude
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Alright
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2]
Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
****, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been livin' what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these ****
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy **** stick to eatin' off a hooks
Say you eatin' but we see you gettin' cooked, ****
I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, ****
Like it or not, when it drops, bet he gotta listen
Chasin' dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going
And the part of you that know it
Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details
Three-seven-six was a brothel
We had females coming ever hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting outta hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up?
Get dude
Turned to dinner quick you circus ****
You turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealin' with the stomach pains just from birthin' ****'s shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent **** shit
Bitch
[Verse 3]
Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
****, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been livin' what I wrote (Yeah)
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these ****
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy **** stick to eatin' off a hooks
Say you eatin' but we see you gettin' cooked, ****
[Verse 4]
My fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as fuck
I've been alone in my shit for the longest
Snakes slidin' in the street
Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lyin' in 'em
Pigs ridin' in 'em
I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em
If he ain't dyin' for me, then I ain't ridin' with him
There's no time for that
Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I'ma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Erica Wright, Garry Glenn, Gary Wilson, Hal David, Karriem Riggins, Osten Harvey, Thebe Kgositsile
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