क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Caranicas
Benjamin Caranicas
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kijani-Ali Gaulman
Kijani-Ali Gaulman
Songwriter
Charles Rapaport
Charles Rapaport
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
chaws
chaws
Producer
Alex Baumgartner
Alex Baumgartner
Mastering Engineer

गाने

Black dog bites the tire
Snarling as he aches for his provider
Gold watch reads four o'clock that's when I received the wire
Sleeping dogs kill no need to conspire
The whole deal
Gold seeping from the olives
Seasoned raw deal
All kneel in bellevue my eyes swelled the staircase I took had a dead ending
No spending your lies smell
Rancid pretentious pretending to know the meaning behind the eyes
Is like thinking can ride a horse that's died
Lies the wiser men preside on the balcony
Entranced by the alchemy
Who cooked pork rinds in my kitchen and left the snout for me
I'll be a nameless feature who obscures the person they adore
I'm seen in nooks of offices stalking pepsico trucks I stay cautious
Believe in things unseen I'm a skywalker
Relentless the temptress winks through strobe lights, hot, bright
The night carried on the fog was tight
It felt right but I conceived a new kind of light for myself
Imma hold the orb of light until my hands melt to ash and cinder like a spell
Witch doctor booked a visit to the specter the new offer was instant ramen packets as opposed to the
Hold me down slow the sound cue let the lyrics have the purpose of spirit
Don't stop until you hear it
I'm weird wit it but up close the image gets crisper
Breaded cod fish and lemon
I brought that to sound check
They mad but I'm fed
Beheaded the sound check
The show ends
My heads too big for the space helmet
Hellbent on making contact with organisms my brow sweats
Syncopated droplets they drip til I dreamt
Erasing regret off the white board left handed
Ink smeared my wrist
Rappers with ghost writers incarcerated to deviate the goal
The concrete assassin lost him in the wind
I stretch my bandwidth to the low
Four corners of the earth
Can't predict my movements
Flank em I saw the gold first
I hold the map to middle earth
Shackles on the hearse
Riddles of new born atheists saying,
"if the game is rigged, then how come I can't just up and waddle out this crib? Explain how it is!"
I watched the world succumb to rubble
Watched the clouds bubble with melting hot candle wax
Scars on my back the lore is subtle
Saw the lord then stumbled down the watchtower staircase
When he hit the floor oil dripped from his crushed face
In a couple of decades I'll finally remember your birthday
Nonchalant with the word play
Not to flaunt but your moms came to cop
So did your aunt while you was working hahahaha
Written by: Charles Rapaport, Kijani-Ali Gaulman
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