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Hot Head
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Hot Head è stato pubblicato il 6 maggio 2016 da Death Grips come parte dell'album Bottomless Pit
6 maggio 2016
EtichettaDeath Grips
LinguaEnglish
BPM127
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
Raw, no fuckin' filter
Crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter
Crooked needle, hot head
[Verse 2]
Self-inflicted, what'd you tell 'em?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody know my business
My presence flogs your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted, what'd you tell 'em?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot, you catch
I snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack
[Verse 3]
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Dive bomber, dive bomber
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Clot of the dot, got a head of a piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
[Verse 4]
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra head draped in ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
[Verse 5]
Raw, no fuckin' filter
Crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter
Crooked needle, hot head
[Verse 6]
Self-inflicted, what'd you tell 'em?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody know my business
My presence flogs your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted, what'd you tell 'em?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody know my business
Best get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack
Written by: Death Grips
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