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Bumblebee
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bumblebee 9 जुलाई 2024 को Two Thousand Forest Trees द्वारा एल्बम Bumblebee - Single के एक भाग के रूप में रिलीज़ किया गया था
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एल्बमBumblebee - Single
रिलीज़ की तारीख9 जुलाई 2024
लेबलTwo Thousand Forest Trees
भाषाएंEnglish
मधुरता
ध्वनिकता
वेलेंस
डांस करने की क्षमता
ऊर्जा
BPM84

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua van der Pijl
Joshua van der Pijl
Composer
Boštjan Hočevar
Boštjan Hočevar
Lyrics

गाने

Flight of the bumblebee, somebody humble me
Honey don't matter when you're stuck in a money tree
Taste all the flowers you've picked off their roots
Tasting the sugar the bill of the fruit
Pent up anger in the eyes of the madden
Picking up the lines to my pattern
Nico off the filt, ate the filter, ate the guilt
On my lungs let it spill
Drown my breath, drown my will
On my legs let me kill
Up never get (Down leaning on a pearl loss)
This bitch never get (Learn love from a girl toss)
Never know hoe talk (Never know 'til I learn loss)
Sip C 'til this bitch don't go lost (These drugs never don't stop)
Stung down from a bee four five
And these hoes so entitled like these **** all mine
Sunk my teeth in cause people hiveminding
No logic to my words, I'm non stopping
I'm one hundred on these ****, bumble fuck near a filter
Dropping near a tower, so I'm breaking down the pillar
Tinted in my black car, with my black car
Fuck near a black bar, a black bar yeah
Yellow, Yellowstone, yellow bone, yellow what (Working nine to five)
Fuck a nearly perfect tint of yellow on my yellow tone, yeah (Never stop)
Imma need some color on my back
Maybe yellow, maybe black (Drink the petty pop)
Maybe both, gimme that (Never fuck 'til the top)
Never been much of a trick not
Looking at me like a girl with a lip gloss
Take me out my grave with a Chevy to my name
**** standing on my frame
Not Caucasian not the same
Got, got, got, got, got paint on my new car
Lit the sky up like a new spark
Judge my crime on race like a new cop
Took dope on my grave wrote too fucked
Yeah
Semi down to shoot automatic
Took too much lean, now my color I be static
No more stinger when you stung
No more cig stain on my lung
Life went easy when you learned to think
Cause before I only stated now I'm standing on my drink
Yeah, never knew
Yeah, never knew
Yeah, never knew when these **** go up
So I'm stuck down, down in the mud
Never knew that my **** would love
The money more then my love
And now I'm not seeking no saint
I'm writing my name on the cake
Candles die in the grave
I been eighteen with your head at the end of the date
Yeah
One time
One time
One time
Never knew what I got 'til it's gone
I've been singing lines for a bitch upper don
If you drop once you're an artist already
So all these new **** just ain't involved
Mint in my chips
Make this bitch go homeless
No flower given so bitch stop hoping
Bumble ass bee at the top, yeah, we golden
**** tryna take what I got, yeah, we loading
Two shots *gunshot*
One bullet in my tec
Cautious, with the wet floor sign
Dolla, read it down by the line
Cash only paper no dimes
Only player no crimes
Now I'm only sixth on the fifth with an ace
I'm losing on my grip stay put **** ate
Fat with the cash but the money go to waste
The needle in my arm been put, yeah you late
Written by: Boštjan Hočevar, Joshua van der Pijl
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