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Close Range
1 299
Hip-Hop/Rap
Close Range est sorti le 25 juillet 2025 par Yatta Bandz / EMPIRE dans le cadre de l'album Close Range - Single
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Date de sortie25 juillet 2025
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM94

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Yatta Bandz
Yatta Bandz
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kenyatta Fudge
Kenyatta Fudge
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
One nobuddy
One nobuddy
Production
Blap Dre
Blap Dre
Ingénierie de mixage, Ingénierie de mastérisation, Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Uh, remember nights sleeping on pallets, on top of the rug
Or waking up to make the couch to go hop on the bus
I hated school I wanted money respect and the love
Only thing I learned from a test, I want all of the above
I know that you're fed up and it's hurtin'
I know stomaching the pain got you turnin'
I rather be broken than be a burden
I stitched up my own heart, fuck a surgeon
Open heart surgery, done turned into a burglary
I think everybody full of shit, ain't got no courtesy
I flush 'em out, movin' like a rat and he got flushed away
Life gave me lemons but not no sugar for my lemonade
Bittersweet dreams as a adolescent teen
Tryna have it all figured out at 17
Drug through the mud but still kept my name clean
Let 'em say whatever it don't mean a thing
I say, "Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, I'ma do my own thang"
What I look like worryin' 'bout you? I got my own pain
Love me until its ugly I feel it's so strange
Only way to stab me in my back is from close range, uh
Maybe too close, tryna play me out like I was sweet, I cut the glucose
Easy, said she need me but moving greazy
Sickenin' you was my type 2 like diabetes
Sorry I don't say a lot, I'm really not a talker
Only one bitch that hurt me most and it was karma
Thunder outside and it couldn't get any darker
But we still make the money surge like Ibaka
Ten toes down on the ground and still floatin'
I just sparked up one and still rollin'
Water underneath the bridge for those trollin'
Type of shit that make me feel chosen
Cause I was having bittersweet dreams as a adolescent teen
Tryna have it all figured out at 17
Drug through the mud but still kept my name clean
Let 'em say whatever it don't mean a thing
I say, "Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, you can do your own thang"
What you look like worryin' 'bout them? You got your own pain
Love you until its fuck you I know it's so strange
Only way to stab you in yo' back is from close range, uh
Written by: Kenyatta Fudge
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