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Panadería
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Panadería è stato pubblicato il 22 ottobre 2021 da Xochicuicatl Records come parte dell'album Panadería - Single
22 ottobre 2021
EtichettaXochicuicatl Records
LinguaEnglish
BPM95
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

(It's going off, it's going off, uh, look
Niño malo, uh, uh)
Que payaso, no manches, ellos no saben
Since the day I took my first step, I been runnin'
Runnin' with a pack, yeah, that's all I ever wanted
Broken home, split, but I bought that house haunted
Borderline strugglin' for water out the faucet
Hiding when police would come, calacas in the closet
Got nada in my pocket from runnin' outta options
To runnin' up the balance, I've been making more deposits
I was only seventeen, pulling six figures from the mezzanine
Action came from vision, man, precision and my energy
As soon as paper coming in, now everybody stressing me
Even without the money, I'm still something they can never be, like
I'm making bread how I make it last
Spread it 'round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Get the money, gotta move up fast
Yeah, dead presidents mean nothing when they stole our land
Yeah, I'm just going off, I'm been going off, yeah
Find me to five, I'm leading the flock, uh
You make in a week what they keep in they sock
Let's make top three, other two, I'm crossing 'em off, yeah
It wasn't a matter when they cut the cloth, yeah
Fans, they satisfied with the shit you brought, yeah
Opening the gates, I just cut the lock
They love the way I talk, you see me down the block
And what you sellin'? Street game on eleven
Came in the game weak, when it come down to comparing
So what you wearing? The thread count minimal
I've been trying to find my lineage within the visual
They say I'm a crazy individual
You is not a gangster, you ain't spiritual, uh
And we ain't parallel, that's just pitiable
Prince Ashitaka how I'm riding from my village though
I'm making bread how I make it last
Spread it 'round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Left the money, gotta move up fast
Dead presidents mean nothing when they stole our land
And y'all know how there ain't nothing that mean more than land, yo
The prayer, the shaking hands of a mortal man, yo
It rain from the sky, falling, you know the day's young
Talking to higher power like órale, oh
I'm just going in, I'm just going in
Seem like money going out, nothing flowing in
How the fuck you loan me five and now I owe you ten?
Looking back, I think the grind was like my only friend, yeah
All of the presidents dead but I think they born again
Reincarnated, Darth Vaders, I'm tryin' to tell you
Workaholic behavior, all in my father nature
But we ain't fully healed just 'cause the scars faded
Money caused famed, money cause pain
Money grow on trees, money down the drain
Money wash brain, money cost a lot, money cause change
But money might let you leave a life for the dark days
I'm making bread how I make it last
Spread it 'round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Collect the money, gotta move up fast
Dead presidents mean nothing when they stole our land, yeah
And you ain't get the revenue or reference
How I make the mastery look effortless
I'm finally floating in my element
Have a listen, hustle with the elegance, it's hella lit, whoa
Written by: George Yamazawa, Jaiia Xi-Tika Cerff, Xiuhtezcatl Martinez
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