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CtrlAltDelete
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CtrlAltDelete est sorti le 29 juillet 2021 par Sony Music Entertainment dans le cadre de l'album WE R ALL DELINQUENTS
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Date de sortie29 juillet 2021
LabelSony Music Entertainment
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM81

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Delinquent Society
Delinquent Society
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Delinquent Society
Delinquent Society
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chin Jo
Chin Jo
Production
NAV-EYE
NAV-EYE
Production

Paroles

When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, I don't play)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, okay)
When I crash hit Ctrl, Alt, Delete
I'ma leave you all under me deceased
I ain't with the fuckery, ain't comparin' me
Stole the fuckin' show, this a hold-up, this a burglary
Aye, aye, line 'em up and hit 'em with that .45 and that K.K.
All these little rappers, they just copy, and they paste, paste
Stay the hell away from me, bro, I need all the space, space
Put you in your place, ain't no goin' backspace (Spacebar)
So, your bitch wanna know where my casa is
So, I told her meet me somewhere at alas-sais
Made her spread her legs while drivin' on a longcut
That's what you get tryna stop us using shortcuts, yeah
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
Do my dance, then I flee to the scene (To the scene)
Rub my hands when I see enemies
'Cause you know what I'll be doin' when I see them motherfuckers
Talk that shit, boy, you finna be deleted on the scene, boy
You're good at scrappin', maybe on a Gameboy
When I crash, I don't have any control overrides
And the system no refresh at all
Act like a NPC (What?), you should know your role (Okay)
Your mind is like a bot, roaming on your own
Kill them twice, no revives, see no light
I'm the master in this shit, no more lives, no more lies, uh
Always makin' tracks that might go well
Fusr is a boss, not like Michael
Michael who? Michael Scott, he's Steve Carell
Gotta get my stripes like a gazelle
Twenty-eight medals like Michael Phelps
Me and my kawals never take no L's
Never AWOL, never say farewell, but well
Gotta go pack my bags, huh
Gotta get back to Sac (Okay)
Gotta work hard, workin' abroad, packin' up racks and racks (Yeah)
Gotta get carts at a Walmart, I'm tellin' you facts, no cap
Every day, back-to-back, I don't slack, that's whack
All your fuckin' posts are whack, and you'll get no likes for that
Triple six on the number-pad, I'm the demon on your Mac
You ain't witty even on that QWERTY
Soaking on that social media shit won't get you plenty
This ain't G.T.A., you ain't got no lives to play
If you wanna be a robber, better hide your face
Vice's all over the city, Tommy with the yay
Hit 'em with K, so you better pay
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, I don't play)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, okay)
Written by: Delinquent Society
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