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Yung Bleu & John Legend - Die Under The Moon (Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
John Legend
John Legend
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Songwriter
Dashawn “Happie” White
Songwriter
john calton
john calton
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hill Kim
Nathaniel Hill Kim
Songwriter
Teldrick Smith
Teldrick Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crater
Crater
Producer
Casnov Beats
Casnov Beats
Producer

गाने

He put his life in his words Shine brighter than jewels To the point where you feeling stronger than Clase Azul You niggas softer than pillows Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like willow Turn yo' wife to a widow 'Cause money tend to turn a real nigga to weirdos My shit harder than dildos I'm in drill mode War shot, kill mode 'Fore this rap shit it was hard hats and steel toes But I still rose I'm at dinner up in Melrose With two bad bitches rubbin' on my earlobes We probably never rub elbows He ain't in my salary cap Niggas say they getting money but I'm calling it cap (hey) Ah, look what we done We took a bad situation and made it gravy He got 20 years, it was drug related And he took the plea deal That goes to show you just how much the system hate us How come nobody congratulate us When we make it out the slums We come from ducking hundred round drums (ah) And the school system treat us like we dumb (hey) That's why I'm in the hallway Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway Yeah, I was just in puberty I was tryna rule my whole community And do this rap shit for you and me Damn, I was on that get the whole clique rich You was on that get rich quick shit Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with Playin' both sides be realistic How you not gon' get hit with that heat stick, nigga? And this shit deeper than words Shit deeper than words Deeper than just rap Covered in ice you'll think I sponsored a meth lab Uppin' the price on a private jet I got jet lag I spit this shit they gon' hit ya heart like a chest pass And I got love for the streets but I couldn't stay there I told her, "Wherever he pay he gotta lay there" I got some niggas dead and gone I took a whole 'nother path Came home from my first mission, took a blood bath Ran up a ticket like a citation I probably quiet 'cause I'm just checkin' niggas vibrations Came back to bust it down with them project babies Back when we was robbin' everybody but the candy lady I remember beefin' with my cousin, that's my nana baby (fuck) Shit crazy, anybody cross you (fuck 'em) No family support so I was feelin' like a foster Nobody talk about the wins and the losses no mo' They only love you when you up but it's too late for that Kill my lil' brother, just be patient, you gon' pay for that I heard they tryna catch me on the phone and build a case wit' that They caught him slippin', now he on that shit, blood was laced with that Die under the moon (and when we die) Hey, and when we die Die under the moon (hoping we die under the moon) If we die Die under the moon (under the clouds under the stars) and when we die Die under the moon (with a smile) Aah Die under the moon Thank God for the ups and downs Thank God that you came around Thank God that I'm here right now (here right now) Thank God for the highs and lows Thank God for oh, no, no's Closed doors and the deaden roads (ooh) Thank God, thank God, thank God (Thank God) Thank God, thank God, thank God Deeper than words take me to church Bruises and burns that make me stronger Make me stronger Make me stronger (stronger) (Woo) Woo-oo-oo Thank God, thank God, thank God (Thank God) Thank God, thank God, thank God Thank God Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Nathaniel Kim, Dashawn White, John Byron Calton, Ben Johnson, Casimiro Novela Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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