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Darkside
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Rap
Darkside est sorti le 9 août 2024 par Columbia dans le cadre de l'album HOOD POET
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Polo G
Polo G
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Paroles
Avery Cockerill
Avery Cockerill
Composition
Martin Püschel
Martin Püschel
Composition
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Avery On The Beat
Avery On The Beat
Production
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Production
Southside
Southside
Production
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Ingénierie de prise de son
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted peace of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
[Verse 1]
Lately, I've been out of touch with all my feelings
So when you say you love me, I don't get it
I don't try to act like I'm above 'em, I'm just different
And I'm boolin' with my Bloods, know how we drippin'
Fuck them **** forever, I'm holdin' grudges with my gremlins
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a stud, I'm pistol grippin'
We'll let the whole clip off in the club like fuck a snippet
Shit been crazy, I've been tryna tell my thugs to stop the killin'
I just hope them gangster angels come and hug him while he drillin'
I might never cough again from all that mud that I was sippin'
Missin' school every day, but on that block, perfect attendance
Bein' broke the root of evil, it'll turn you to a menace
It's so hard to beat the odds when we was taught to be statistics
In this life, you only see the graveyard or go to prison
[Chorus]
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted peace of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
[Verse 2]
All alone without no friends, I wish I could be cool with everybody
Thinkin' 'bout them snakes, I wish I would be cool with everybody
Appreciate this life 'cause I done seen dead bodies
Foenem keep slidin' with them sticks, but they ain't playin' hockey
I contemplate 'fore every move, can't never play it sloppy
Confuse my confidence with arrogance like he so damn cocky
I beat it up just off my name, I'm abusin' my power
As a kid, I saw my grandmama abusin' that powder
Nobody God, fuck the fame, G22 in my trousers
'Cause hate the other side, for fun, he shoot at them cowards
They just steady hittin' blocks and they might do that for hours
Them hollows rain, he better hope he bulletproof in that shower
[Chorus]
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted peace of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
Written by: Avery Cockerill, Joshua Luellen, Martin Püschel, Taurus Bartlett
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