Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
blackwave.
blackwave.
Performer
Caleborate
Caleborate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willem Ardui
Willem Ardui
Composer
Jean Atohoun
Jean Atohoun
Lyrics
Caleb Parker
Caleb Parker
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Willem Ardui
Willem Ardui
Producer
Jean Atohoun
Jean Atohoun
Engineer
Frederik Dejongh
Frederik Dejongh
Engineer
Tobie Speleman
Tobie Speleman
Engineer

Testi

When will I be living again? When will I be home? (Yeah) When will I be living again? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, uh) Should I be rolling this up? Should there be ice in this cup? Should my girl know me this well? Aye Should I be writing this drunk? Level me out with this weed Fuck on her good then she leave, aye Do not disturb on my phone Cut music on and repeat, aye Say that I think on myself too much You know millennials don't give fucks Baby boomers not as dope as us Left us for dead like, you broke, good luck So willem say give 'em a triplet Give us a budget we triple it If you tripping off the shit I said You niggas sensitive Live for myself fuck opinions Could learn a lot from this shit we live I know one day they gone come for me Pull up and wreck trying to take my chain I'ma do them just like X you see Fight to the death cause there's death in me For real, ya'll niggas scared Ya'll niggas follow so ya'll niggas dead You just accept your faith Following orders 'cause thinking too much for your head And they tell me to my face I'm the crazy one But I was told to give your all until your days are done Yeah, it's work but work ain't never hurt nobody Word to Joe you gotta trust the process Like waking up and going jogging Doing push ups while you chilling smoking one When will I be living again? When will I be home? When will I be living again? When will I be living again? When will I be home? When will I be living again? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes I'm God as if Charlemagne Hit all the notes I can hardly sing Success, the fame, my novocaine The world in my hands when you call my name My mind out of place and my thoughts? (Ayy) Berkley telegraph ave (Ayy) Way out of range, feel like a stranger Out of the safe zone, probably in danger Shit 'Cause I got caught up in the moment Sort of lost the reason, the reason why I'm toastin' And I know it probably is but, it don't feel important, no Regardless where I went or go, I been gettin' Amused by my muse, kissed on my boots Praised by the news when revealing my blues Everything good, everything good Get drowned in the juice if I'm not in the mood Everything good, if that's what you choose And I chose ye I chose, I rose, got the views Enjoyed it a minuted then I lit the fuse Of the fireworks, everybody confused 'Cause they don't get it and I don't either But nobody care once I turn up the speaker, they vibe Fill up the freezer, they slide Seize it like Caesar and now they got fright I'm sorry, not as intended, take what you want just don't get arrested As long as we champs by the end of the season You can spend all to my name once I'm leaving Peace When will I be living again? When will I be home? When will I be living again? When will I be living again? When will I be home? When will I be living again? Will this path ever lead me home? Will this path lead me home? Will this path ever lead me home? Will this path lead me home? Will this path ever lead me home? Will this path lead me home?
Writer(s): Caleb Parker, Willem Ardui, Jeanvalery Atohoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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