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Fall
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Hip-Hop
Fall est sorti le 17 janvier 2020 par E.47 Records dans le cadre de l'album 2nd U, Pt. 1
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Date de sortie17 janvier 2020
LabelE.47 Records
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM93

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
THe LYONZ
THe LYONZ
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anthony Salvo
Anthony Salvo
Composition
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Anthony Salvo
Anthony Salvo
Production
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Production

Paroles

Let us leave, utilize more time to achieve,
don’t deceive the clusters that will halt us when we breathe,
from the facts, we tell ourselves it’s gonna be okay
flipped across the green line just to stumble like the pray,
when I don’t know what to say, seeing rubies textures touching on me layered down to lace, all the skin is on me.
Sex.
Footprints carry on from the ultra sound,
high voltage on these lights shadow what’s around,
stomach’s sinking to the ground underneath my toes,
flashes on the beach under fast Willow’s crows, Mother Nature still blows.
Navi cruising through the city life, SLV arriving home it’s safe to put away the knife, and the back burn from motions I brought upon my self,
yeah the target still locked even when I was in stealth.
Black drip, tar felt, sprained wrist, wish less, **** got plenty dirty dishes, clean up, revive, eat good, drink wine.
Then the cycle spin like the shape of this 1992 dime,
is it crime that listening to mine may destroy your mind
in the span of no time?
Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that groom Kenny, no you don’t let me, but I will soon belly. Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that room Kenny, no you don’t let me but I gotta let it go.
Joliette, one of the finest yet,
every second, every breath got you checking for the jet. A new chapter, after hours in Kyoto,
some shit you never know though,
the calming of this wind blow.
The paper backs, escaping the marks we been at, drawing lines on big maps, they still just eating big macs. It ain’t about the style, I tell em’ it’s about the mind.
They say I look like... I said nah I’m doing mine.
And plus I’m doing fine, shadow growing in the sunrise, the paradox of spots in my eyes has made the sun cry.
For the young kid who still gets stuck within the dirt, with dry blood stains that just be aging on his shirt. She grabs my hands, we drift into another realm,
a fine rose colour got my mind about to melt.
I’m gazing deep, the melody has hit the peek,
the wings on her back are made to purify me but I...
Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that room Kenny, no you don’t let me, but I will soon belly. Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that groom Kenny, no you don’t let me but I gotta let it go.
Written by: Anthony Salvo, Terrell McLeod Richardson
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