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Solid Gold
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Solid Gold 10 नवंबर 2023 को Rhymesayers द्वारा एल्बम के एक भाग के रूप में रिलीज़ किया गया थाIntegrated Tech Solutions
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रिलीज़ की तारीख10 नवंबर 2023
लेबलRhymesayers
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BPM87

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aesop Rock
Aesop Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Bavitz
Ian Bavitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aesop Rock
Aesop Rock
Producer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

गाने

[Verse 1]
Runaways unravel through the ages
To an uptick in unexplained cattle mutilations
I pack light, prowling past Xanadu surveillance
With a can of paint and cat who bring her daddy home cicadas
The mayor of Thataway, I peel off with the gas nozzle
Steering with my knees, bedazzling the atlatl
With my hands, brick on the pedal, kick in the pants
Park the Plymouth in your kitchen with a list of demands
By the time they run the vin, I've been a blip on the lam
If I'm lucky, I can run till I forget who I am
I'm the running man of Go Street, never known cold feet
Age six, learned to take a piss running full speed
Outran answering to others while the cancerous among us stand, hands on buzzers
Hucksters, that's why whether clawing through the woodlands or called to defend Brooklyn, I
[Chorus]
Always be lookin'
Out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out)
Always be lookin'
Out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out)
Always be lookin'
[PostChorus]
My other name changes every other day, it ain't that other other name
Money, I'm a runaway
[Verse 2]
Runaways at home in every armpit
Since a moment after, Hell report a stolen Helm of Darkness
No Auntie Em vignetted, yelling hello from the heartsick
Only vendors from the belly selling necklaces of garlic
I ain't neck-and-neck with nothing, son, I'm not the neck-and-neck type
I don't even know what roses smell like
Left, right, I don't even slow to wave, let alone stay tuned
Let alone entertain grace in your escape room
Pack a lunch, all they got is rubber worms
And stuff that doesn't cut it for the tentacles of mother earth
Barefoot, running with the butterflies and hummingbirds
First to gut a Philly on the covershot of Runner's World
I don't catch up at the Peach Pit
I'm at peace when the animated wheel of feet spin, still
Notice whether waltzing out the bullpen or tossing the couch cushions, I
[Chorus]
Always be lookin'
Out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out)
Always be lookin'
Out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out), out (Out)
Always be lookin'
[PostChorus]
My other name isn't what my mother claim, it's something, something, what's his face
Money, I'm a runaway
Written by: Ian Bavitz
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