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Apollo
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Apollo è stato pubblicato il 11 ottobre 2022 da Independent come parte dell'album Apollo - Single
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Data di uscita11 ottobre 2022
EtichettaIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM95

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Edward Graves
Thomas Edward Graves
Songwriter

Testi

Once more tell 'em not stuck
Same old bullshit got me putting up with
Tell me who you fuck with, kill my reputation
I've been getting upset, screaming from the basement
Jumping out the pavement
Scream it from the front row
Tell me if I make it
Tell me if you follow
I've been getting upset
Feel a little nauseous now
I need space, Apollo
Tell me why and who you follow
Need to bother someone else
If you think that's a pill to swallow
Please don't talk or whatchu call it, I'm not
Once more for the kids in the back
Two drinks throwing up with his head in his lap
Sit back from the brink, where his friends where they at now
(Fuck your friends, need new ones)
Tied up in the loose ends pick your poison pick delusion
Pick like anything you like
But please don't let them call you stupid, I might
And fuck around and find out
I'm a dumb little kid 'til I'm not don't shout
Just talk to me got a cab we can catch
If you're offering, it'd mean a lot to me
Once more tell 'em not stuck
Same old bullshit got me putting up with
Tell me who you fuck with, kill my reputation
I've been getting upset, screaming from the basement
Jumping out the pavement
Scream it from the front row
Tell me if I make it
Tell me if you follow
I've been getting upset
Feel a little nauseous now
I need space, Apollo
Tell me why and who you follow
Need to bother someone else
If you think that's a pill to swallow
Please don't talk or whatchu call it, I'm not
Much for the kind of vices I need
Not enough for my cigarettes or my weed
I'm the type, could you psilocybin my tea
Much for the kind of vices I need
Not enough for my cigarettes or my weed
I'm the type, could you psilocybin my tea
Much for the kind of vices I need
Not enough for my cigarettes or my weed
I'm the type, could you psilocybin my tea
Once more tell 'em not stuck
Same old bullshit got me putting up with
Tell me who you fuck with, kill my reputation
I've been getting upset, screaming from the basement
Jumping out the pavement
Scream it from the front row
Tell me if I make it
Tell me if you follow
I've been getting upset
Feel a little nauseous now
I need space, Apollo
Written by: Thomas Edward Graves
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