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Float
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Float est sorti le 16 janvier 2026 par U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art dans le cadre de l'album Rust Belt
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Date de sortie16 janvier 2026
LabelU Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM129

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Joel Edward Carter
Joel Edward Carter
Rap
Joey Troupe
Joey Troupe
Guitare
JP Pitt
JP Pitt
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eliy Orcko
Eliy Orcko
Paroles/Composition
Justin Scott Pitkavish
Justin Scott Pitkavish
Paroles/Composition
Joel Edward Carter
Joel Edward Carter
Paroles/Composition
Dan Keech
Dan Keech
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Cain
Zachary Cain
Paroles/Composition
Joey Troupe
Joey Troupe
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Production
JP Pitt
JP Pitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Very
Matt Very
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Sometimes I want to climb out my open window
But I can't recall if I learned to fly
I miss when everything was so simple
Would I take back everything in my life
Let my soul float
Hey, Hey, Yeah
Float
Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again
Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again
Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again
Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again
I only came here to claim my winnings
Well, after this I'm going home
Another day that isn't different
What stays the same is what I know
So I let my soul float
Hey, Hey, Yeah
Float
A falling bomb is a calling card
A smiley face in a holocaust
I saw the skeleton of my friend
Came down from the mountaintop
I don't know but they sure shout a lot
At least there's comfort in the end
I can hear the snap, crackle, pop
Like pop rocks and the soda pop
The sounds I hear when I go to bed
But now the flames are raining down
There's nobody to save me now
Maybe it's for the best if I end up dead
Hopped off the porch now I'm back on the wagon, my ass is still dragging from riding all night
Carrying trauma I wouldn't wish on you, put kush in a Palma to lighten the strife
Tryna keep balanced like riding a bike, but my life ain't ever had training wheels
Scrapes and scars made us who we are but whys everyday feels like training still? hmm?
Gun on my hip, shoot at these devils then give 'em the slip, hmm
Feeling hopeless as shit, they bombing our homes for show then dip, hmm
That's the coldest of shit like mammoth droppings in the permafrost
The punk motherfuckers that's hunting my brothers the same ones that wear hoods to burn a cross
I'm Googling how much a burner costs and copping some boxes of ammo
This life ain't a beach but there's shells on the ground, see blood on the leaves and the sand though
Fuck their peace, choose violence. They pluck the strings like violins
Loud and proud for killers and clowns but when shit goes down they silent
Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again
Read em' and weep, reap what you sow
If it ain't even we leave it alone
Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again
That's from the heart deep in the soul
Never go under we keep it a float
Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again
Read em' and weep, reap what you sow
If it ain't even we leave it alone
Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again
That's from the heart deep in the soul
Never go under we keep it a float
Written by: Dan Keech, Eliy Orcko, Joel Edward Carter, Joey Troupe, Justin Scott Pitkavish, Zachary Cain
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