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INTERPRÉTATION
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Demond Price
Demond Price
Paroles/Composition
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Composition
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composition
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Production
808-Ray
808-Ray
Production
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chad Kemp
Chad Kemp
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rook Flair
Rook Flair
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

As I walk the streets alone, oh, yeah (Sometimes you gotta walk alone) Wondering which way to go (yeah) Please, take my hand (take my hand) Come on, take my hand, and lead me Look Imported foreign, this currency I get more and more in (uh-huh) And more from tourin', leave Florida, then I'll perform in Europe PJ soarin', the PJ pourin' before I'm boardin' In Bora Bora, with Lauryn Laurel and more adorin' Like Bishop rollin', the 40 below my .44 It's gettin' spooky, it's ugly for 'em like Tyrone Corbin She dickridin' another rapper, I'm more important If it's a war, then there's, .223's, we Jordan scorin' Of course it's flawless, if ever you see some water on him (woo) I'm nominated for Grammys, Mary, "Good Morning Gorgeous" (what up, baby?) Soon as I sit in a Lamborghini, I floor the Urus (ah) So captivatin', my verses that they ignore the chorus I'm the grim reaper of the rappers and I got more to torment (yeah) It's more like torture, these ain't just verses, I'm water boardin' (ah) It's gory, gory, my aura more of a horror story You 40 pourin', and I wet up their street, I'm Stormin' Norman (brrr) They tried to cut off my power, but I kept soarin', soarin' Might get out of my vessel, just to explore the orbit (yeah) I ain't normal, but people knew I was sure to flourish (they knew) A couple albums recorded and I got more in storage (talk to 'em) Been gettin' so hot lately, that I could torch a forest (woo) Aventador playin' Wale, shout out my bro Folarin (what up, bro?) Niggas talkin', but they can barely afford their mortgage (uh-uh) You think of top ten rappers, I'm thinkin' more the Forbes list (bag) This ain't just a new mansion, no, this more a fortress (big shit) Matter fact, I'ma call it "House of a Thousand Corpses" (haha) Of course it's, the Machine in Tiffany Forces ('kay) Orderin' Porsches, Ferrari's comin' in assortments (yeah) Ah, ah Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Brrr, brrr Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Give me something (give me something) To hold onto (hold onto) Yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon As I walk the streets alone, oh, yeah Wondering which way to go Please, take my hand Come on, take my hand and lead me
Writer(s): Andre Lyon, Demond Price, Marcello Valenzano, Rayshon Cobbs Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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