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Fair & Square
Hip-hop/Rap
Fair & Square est sorti le 24 octobre 2021 par 2874552 Records DK dans le cadre de l'album Nothing 2 Something - EP
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Date de sortie24 octobre 2021
Label2874552 Records DK
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM79

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Crédits

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Hamran Tariq Chaudry
Hamran Tariq Chaudry
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Prod AG
Prod AG
Production
Hamran Tariq
Hamran Tariq
Production

Paroles

Yeah
I got no shame in coming last
I keep running from my past
I keep saving songs in my rough draft
High up in my space craft
She done magic on me
She learned witch craft
If I done murder
You know It be my last
When i get my chance
You know i grab it fast
Sick of feeling
Like I'm an outcast
Now I do front rolls
I got pressure weighing on my soul
Ask anyone
I go ghost when I be in my zone
Aim a bullet through the hole
They be running from their own
Gang got no love
How you call them your own
I call once I call twice
If they don't pick up
I be on my own
Sippin on sprite
Turn my wrongs to rights
Should I go left or right
Seen what I seen
Pulled up on the big screen
Won fair and square
They try to put on scene
Bounce back
Holes in my jeans
I get fucked up
Till I bleed and i bleed
Shit don't change overnight
On this rap shit since a teen
Rejection
I don't ghost write
Outfit on point
Everything off white
See me coming through the night light
You know I live my life right
I get hate
I gotta hang tight
Me and my gang
They know how to fight
Gotta start somewhere
So we start tonight
They aim a bullet
My world turns upright
My world mixture of black and white
We're all equal no matter black or white
I get no love from my loved ones
The pressure on my souls weighs a tone
Everyday I outrun
Working so hard
I hit a home run
I got two lives
One for you
One is mine
Rich kids they kill the vibe
When I come through
You better hide
Gotta kill my pride
To survive
Slide
I don't slide
Washed up paint on the ocean tide
Now they wanna ride
I got regrets
I done a lotta bad things
I ain't worth trusting
I keep coming back to my worst sins
Direct flights no transit
Lost all my senses
But I got a tight grip
Spending money on my side chick
Don't get me wrong
She a 8
It's never
Or it's late
I keep trusting god
With my fate
I know he been working to this date
I got no love
I been badly hurt
Took the damage
Came from the dirt
I love me and I love my birds
Keep stabbing me with a smirk
Blood stains on my their shirt
Pressure on me gotta exert
Yeah
I got no shame in coming last
I keep running from my past
I keep saving songs in my rough draft
High up in my space craft
She done magic on me
She learned witch craft
If I done murder
You know It be my last
When i get my chance
You know i grab it fast
Sick of feeling
Like I'm an outcast
Now I do front rolls
I got pressure weighing on my soul
Ask anyone
I go ghost when I be in my zone
Aim a bullet through the hole
They be running from their own
Gang got no love
How you call them your own
I call once I call twice
If they don't pick up
I be on my own
Sippin on sprite
Turn my wrongs to rights
Should I go left or right
Seen what I seen
Pulled up on the big screen
Won fair and square
They try to put on scene
Bounce back
Holes in my jeans
I get fucked up
Till I bleed and i bleed
Shit don't change overnight
On this rap shit since a teen
Rejection
I don't ghost write
Outfit on point
Everything off white
See me coming through the night light
You know I live my life right
I get hate
I gotta hang tight
Me and my gang
They know how to fight
Gotta start somewhere
So we start tonight
They aim a bullet
My world turns upright
My world mixture of black and white
We're all equal no matter black or white
I get no love from my loved ones
The pressure on my souls weighs a tone
Everyday I outrun
Working so hard
I hit a home run
I got two lives
One for you
One is mine
Rich kids they kill the vibe
When I come through
You better hide
Gotta kill my pride
To survive
Slide
I don't slide
Washed up paint on the ocean tide
Now they wanna ride
I got regrets
I done a lotta bad things
I ain't worth trusting
I keep coming back to my worst sins
Direct flights no transit
Lost all my senses
But I got a tight grip
Spending money on my side chick
Don't get me wrong
She a 8
It's never
Or it's late
I keep trusting god
With my fate
I know he been working to this date
Written by: Hamran Tariq Chaudry
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