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Diy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Diy è stato pubblicato il 8 febbraio 2021 da MADE Music come parte dell'album Diy - Single
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Data di uscita8 febbraio 2021
EtichettaMADE Music
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM75

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leighton Drummond
Leighton Drummond
Songwriter
Dr. Marcus Carlton Herndon
Dr. Marcus Carlton Herndon
Songwriter

Testi

I gotta tell you something
You prolly not gon' like it
You can do it all by yourself
And they still won’t like you
Huh, you know what I found out man
There’s beauty in the beholder
Death in the holster
I still shoot
Notice how quick da mood can switch
Perfect representation of how you dudes can flip
I’m racking up jazzy numbers, we Sax Fifth
Bet you askin for money still wit da chapped lips
I guess misery needs company
I’m all about, getting deez plaques, I hope you brushed ya teeth
Mari said I don’t make music, I make curriculums
Hone on my sound, motivation To stay original
Steady focused on executing my rebrand
Turns out, I been slapping y’all wit da weak hand
My clever mimic the Riddler, I’m big trouble ****
Spit Enigmas, when you get puzzled here’s your prescription
Fuck 'em
It’s time to silence my humble I let him talk too much
Increase the damage and difficulty, turn off the HUD
You ain’t as real as the captions you steal
Small body, ride along, I see da cap in ya wheels
Forreal, dey be like I ain’t know you rapped like that?
**** I ain’t even know you rapped, disappear get back
I’m on my 10k, power bar charged to da max
When I quarter circle "x", count da buttons I press
Fuck 'em
I’m DIY to da fullest, tell me what yo excuse
Watch how I Rocket Raccoon, I speak dat Ode to Groot
You can’t lead without conscious and still command the troops
Separate yo anxiety, recalibrate, regroup
Don’t find yourself applauding all deez distractions
Searchin for dat attention find you lost on a map
White gloves, pulling the strings, don’t move like Michael Jack
Depending on what you take, confirm dat contracts a casket
I ain’t got da answer Sway, you see my stadium quiet
Continue practicing my preach until I speak to da choir
MADE
And we made, we made, gone
Written by: Dr. Marcus Carlton Herndon, Leighton Drummond
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