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Shells
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shells dirilis pada 1 Februari 2022 oleh DRACÖ Records sebagai bagian dari album Shells - Single
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Tanggal Rilis1 Februari 2022
LabelDRACÖ Records
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM65

Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gunnar Thomas Garpestad
Gunnar Thomas Garpestad
Songwriter

Lirik

Oh yuh (What)
Kev go crazy
Oh yuh (What)
Oh yuh (What)
Uh, we killin' em (Yuh)
We leavin' the scene (Go)
Molly mixed in my lean
Double C's all on my jeans (Yeah, what)
Hand me the bottle, Promethazine
Hand on the gun, got a red beam
Shoot Ass down
Leavin' no prints
Pick up the shells
We can't take no L's
They ringin' my bells
Hell's
Shells
Scales
Wishing I could be in the NHL
Fuck it, I'd sign a deal
I just be knowing, can't take no L
Riding around at 16
In a cop car, blowin' red lights
Now a days, we just Pourin' up pints
Ride around feelin' like I'm dark knight (Yea, what)
Uh, I feel outta body, It's probably the drugs
Told my boy to just go roll up some blunts
Now I feel better Then I felt in a month
(Skrrt) Ride around with Dracos in a escalade
Got me feelin' like I'm Pablo, Feelin' like I'm narcos
Smokin' a blunt to the face, got me feelin' like Pablo
I don't even know what say
I don't even know what the fuck is this laced
Feelin' my brain and it's not been ok
Don't even know if I can make it today
Slurring my words
Tatted, insured
Lambo outside bouta skrrt off the curb
Shootin' my shells, ringin' my bells
Hearing that sound, they droppin' like shells
Grubbing, halal
Straight out the corner
Walk through West 4th and I feel like a stoner
Brush myself off, grab my composure
Sippin' on that wock, feel my composure
We drivin' in Rovers, I bend that Bitch over
I sip on that potion, she massage me with lotion, I'm countin' blue hundreds
I popped me a Molly And now I feel famous like I'm in the 80's
Molly mixed all in my lean, Molly mixed all in my lean
Double C's up on my jeans
Hand me the bottle, Promethazine
Hand on the gun, got a red beam
Shoot ya ass down
Leavin' no prints
Pick up the shells
We can't take no L's
They ringin'
They ringin'
They ringin'
They ringin'
They ringin'
They ringin'
My bells
Hell's
Shells
Scales
Wishing I could be in the NHL
Fuck it, I'd sign a deal
I just be knowing, can't take no L
Riding around at 16
In a cop car, blowin' red lights
Now a days, we just pourin' up pints
Ride around feelin' like I'm dark knight (Yea, what)
Uh, I feel outta body, It's probably the drugs
Told my boy to just go roll up some blunts
Now I feel better then I felt in a month
(Shrrt) Ride around with dracos in a escalade
Got me feelin' like I'm Pablo, feelin' like I'm narcos
Smokin' blunt to the face, got me feelin' like Pablo
I don't even know what say
I don't even know what the fuck is this laced
Feelin' my brain And it's not been ok
Don't even know if I can make it today
Slurring my words
Tatted, insured
Lambo outside bouta skrrt off the curb
Shootin' my shells, ringin' my bells
Hearing that sound, they droppin' like shells
(Droppin' like shells)
Written by: Gunnar Thomas Garpestad
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