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REALLY DECEASED
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Hip-Hop/Rap
REALLY DECEASED è stato pubblicato il 28 maggio 2021 da Epic come parte dell'album KILLSTREAK 2
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Data di uscita28 maggio 2021
EtichettaEpic
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KILLY
KILLY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Tatem
Khalil Tatem
Lyrics, Composer
Paul Schuele Judge
Paul Schuele Judge
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Leighton "LG" Griffiths
Leighton "LG" Griffiths
Recording Engineer
Paul Schuele Judge
Paul Schuele Judge
Producer

Testi

You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can't manage (what?) no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (me), this planet (huh)
Crash-landed (what?) diamonds on me and they dancin'
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can't have it (what?) can't have it (yeah)
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can't have it (what?) can't have it
Jealousy, envy and greed
Walk 'round and they follow me (me, yeah)
Fresh to death penalty
Secretly I'm really deceased (yeah)
I got like no room to breathe
Desert coupé feel like submarine (ooh, skrrt, ooh)
She Japanese-Guyanese
Skin tone look like Hennessey
More money, more problems for me
My friend expect nothin' but beef
Remember nights with rips on the seams
Summer nights my ends didn't leave
Remember nights my ends didn't meet
Me and bro went half on a deegs
Fast-forward we in Miami
Fuck three hoes trilogy on repeat
Four zeroes, but I keep it discreet
My earlobes they dance Billie Jean
Broski still stuck in the streets
My uncle's in the bin gettin' D's
Look 'round, many depend on me
Infinity stones, think I found every piece
Closed doors make collection of keys
Back then, paradise on TV (yeah)
Woke up, no, this not a dream
No more living life on repeat
You want it? (You) can't have it (what?)
Can't manage (what?) no attachment (yeah)
I'm not from (me) this planet (huh)
Crash-landed (what?) diamonds on me and they dancin'
And my bitch on my stick
45 blitz, it won't miss
Everything hit (yeah), diamonds hit (yeah)
Check my wrist (yeah), tick, tick, tick (hey)
Look at my fit, sick, sick, sick
And if I miss it's a myth
Woo, woo, yeah
Written by: Khalil Tatem, Paul Schuele Judge
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