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Interlude
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Interlude est sorti le 23 juin 2017 par Epic/We The Best dans le cadre de l'album Grateful
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Date de sortie23 juin 2017
LabelEpic/We The Best
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM78

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Belly
Belly
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Paroles/Composition
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Paroles/Composition
Clay McMurray
Clay McMurray
Paroles/Composition
John Glover
John Glover
Paroles/Composition
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Paroles/Composition
Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Production
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Production
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Ingénierie de prise de son
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Straight out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans, with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember being my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil, it's over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood boils
The spoils of war used to take the drugs out the foil
Man, these arms can't reach you
AR's won't recoil, goddamn
[Verse 2]
I might marry and heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage, baby
Let's go disappearing and just perish
Thirty carats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My chariot is McLaren
It's all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting
Haha, fuck it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
[Verse 3]
Final warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning, you'll awake and await morning
We earn it then we burn it to ash, I call it urn money
My dog caught forty before he turned twenty
Money is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakesh, all my kush is American
Man, I feel like a therapist
Pistol on me like Maravich
I'm careless, I'm so perilous
With all this arrogance, goddamn
[Verse 4]
Money, hoes, there's something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy land
Back when I was holding grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy land
My father never was a holy man
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, C. McMurray, DJ Khaled, J. Glover, Nicholas M. Warwar, P. Sawyer, Tarik Azzouz
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