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Third Person
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Third Person è stato pubblicato il 16 settembre 2022 da LUCKY DOG WAREHOUSE come parte dell'album Whatever Makes You Happy
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Data di uscita16 settembre 2022
EtichettaLUCKY DOG WAREHOUSE
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM78

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
bandanabloom
bandanabloom
Songwriter
Denver Twin
Denver Twin
Songwriter

Testi

Yeah
I was out of breath fakin' my focus
Mind spacin' like scopes face to face with the cosmos
Ages of time wasted, I hope there places I'm going 'fore decaying as compost
No sweat, make escapes when the walls close
Old friends traipse the length of the wrong road
Watch the day play out in third person, spaced out but Earth's turning when I wake, when I walk home
(Rapping)
On a dark and stormy night I write the same song as the day before
Waking up at eight to haul a blanket to the basement floor
Sunshine through the blinds make my fucking my face contort
Don't know what to make of it
Ask what the fuck I'm shaking for
Wander through the monitor
Take a tour
See the bonds that I wanted
Wishin me and my momma built the same rapport
Reflection begs the question, what if I was stabbed in the back?
Feel blades in my spine like a stegosaur
I only ever had the one hand of cards dealt to me
My universe expanded off a gram of dark energy
Making plans branching like veteran gardener's seeds
Then head to bed, crash like the brand a car fender eats
Look into the past for a foe or vice
Make my own hands trembly like I'm rollin dice
Know my shoulders' ice
Face going poker so I know just when to hold 'em and fold 'em
The days goin by the snail's pace
It's at the point the past tryna tailgate
The shit up in my brain is like a whale's weight
Fighting with my inner child, every time it's a stalemate
Heading out alone with candy trails for a failsafe
Know solutions come in due time, baby
But I got a lot to lose, that includes my patience
Tryna knot loose ties hit new highs in spite of what's had my head spinning like a screwdriver lately
I was out of breath fakin' my focus
Mind spacin' like scopes face to face with the cosmos
Ages of time wasted, I hope there places I'm going 'fore decaying as compost
No sweat, make escapes when the walls close
Old friends traipse the length of the wrong road
Watch the day play out in third person, spaced out but Earth's turning when I wake, when I walk home
Say that shit-
Let me ask you a question those people that- (Yeah)
If you ate my mic cause I said this n** gave me a fifteen thousand dollar play and said I'd be a federal
But you literally said this n** pulled up with a pound of weed and was hustling
That's worse
Written by: Bandana Bloom, Denver Twin
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