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Coma
272 974
Hip-hop/Rap
Coma est sorti le 7 septembre 2018 par G59 Records dans le cadre de l'album I Want to Die in New Orleans
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Les plus populaires
7 derniers jours
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Coma a été découvert le plus fréquemment à environ 30 secondes après le début de du titre au cours de la semaine dernière
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Chant
Scrim
Scrim
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Paroles/Composition
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Production
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mike Foster
Mike Foster
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
[Verse 2]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw?
Yung Mutt, what a dumbfuck, dirty like a dump truck
Such a fucking bum, hauntin' sluts guts
I'm disgusted, I'm busted up
What the fuck did I just put up my nose?
I'm buggin' out, knees buckle
I'm duckin' out, I'm in trouble
Now, I can see the clouds, lights out
Now, I lay myself to sleep, now that I can rest in peace
No questioning my misery, my deathwish granted blissful sleep
My body turns to worms for the birds to eat
Internal decay for eternity
[Verse 3]
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard
[Verse 4]
I can't lie, lately, I been on the fucking edge
Pistol gripped up in my lap
Xanax, heroin, bunch of meds
Fantasizin' about death, just need one in my temple
Put the gun up to my head
Fuck this shit, I shot the lead and now, I'm dead
Descendin' through hell, nothing but burnin' flesh smells
I scream, and scream, and scream
And hear the others yell as well
Oh, well, just my luck
Devil opens up to devour me, that was my old life
Antichrist, he has empowered me
[Verse 5]
Mmm, mmm, good
Mmm, mmm, good
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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