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Deadlights
50
Hip-Hop/Rap
Deadlights è stato pubblicato il 7 gennaio 2019 da Safe Sin come parte dell'album Haunting Houses - EP
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Data di uscita7 gennaio 2019
EtichettaSafe Sin
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Trent Leek
Howard Trent Leek
Songwriter

Testi

Left me in the dirt
Now I'm back from the grave
She a fucked up bitch
I can read that off her face
And my blood stone cold
Wrist rose, drip my veins
Shawty neck so good
Seen 'em starin' at my fangs
Blood drip, misfit, fake shit
You a work of fiction
I can see through the fade
Now you on some bitch shit
What I got, you can't attain
Ex girl hit my phone
Fuck that I just let that shit ring
Half dead, heart sick
Sendin' Safe back on my bullshit
Running through your mind with my blade
I'm a dead soul heart
Dumb, but my heart full
I'm a hopeless romantic
Catch your girl, hope it's cool
Know I fucked you over
Baby, I could always fix that
Tell me that she hate me
Now I'm fuckin' up her fishnets
Never fuck with me
But now I'm finna blow
It's like you got a 6th sense
Choked her out
I think she need some oxygen
Dolce, Gabanna
And Dior keep me warm at night
I got a death note for my baby
If she want to let me take her fucking life
Deadlights, safe star, high school, long nights
Mad when she hit my phone
Why she always 'tryna fight
Call her my noose
'Cause her pussy way too tight
Scheming like an asshole
Safe Sin, task force, bad
Hoe's bad for ya, got bitches blab for ya
Dead fish, cool cat
Already wastin' their lives
Left me in the dirt
Now I'm back from the grave
She a fucked up bitch
I can read that off her face
And my blood stone cold
Wrist rose, drip my veins
Shawty neck so good
Seen 'em starin' at my fangs
Left me in the dirt
Now I'm back from the grave
She a fucked up bitch
I can read that off her face
And my blood stone cold
Wrist rose, drip my veins
Shawty neck so good
Seen 'em starin' at my fangs
Blood drip, misfit, fake shit
You a work a fiction
I can see through the fade
Now you on some bitch shit
What I got, you can't attain
Ex girl hit my phone
Fuck that I just let that shit ring
Half dead, heart sick
Sendin' Safe back on my bullshit
Running through your mind with my blade
I'm a dead soul heart
Dumb, but my heart full
I'm a hopeless romantic
Catch your girl, hope it's cool
Know I fucked you over
Baby, I could always fix that
Tell me that she hate me
Now I'm fuckin' up her fishnets
Never fuck with me
But now I'm finna blow
It's like you got a 6th sense
Choked her out
I think she need some oxygen
Written by: Howard Trent Leek
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