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Fireflies
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fireflies è stato pubblicato il 13 gennaio 2023 da Kitchen On Fire come parte dell'album Phil Jackson: 2nd Quarter
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Data di uscita13 gennaio 2023
EtichettaKitchen On Fire
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chefry Kitchen
Chefry Kitchen
Performer
Don Trip
Don Trip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine Washington
Antoine Washington
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Dontavius Watson
Dontavius Watson
Songwriter
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chefry Kitchen
Chefry Kitchen
Producer
DTdaKidd
DTdaKidd
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
Woo
[Chorus]
It's cold outside right now, I got my fire on me
I'm so ride-or-die I might have tires on me
No wonder why your lady wanna ride on me
Feel like I can't shake my ex, that bitch keep spyin' on me
[Verse 1]
She know every move I make
My ambitions an umbrella, you can't rain on my parade
My big bro in love with Keisha, that's that purple lemonade
And he quick to draw that Draco like the curtains on the stage
Pif went out in 2020, that shit hurt me 'til this day
"Bruh, I love you," the last words I heard him say
Now my baby's comin', ask if I can take him to his grave
Say they miss they Uncle Rick, I tell 'em that I feel the same
I'm gon' rep him every record, no, he did not die in vain
No Excedrin for my bredren, can't take nothin' for this pain
I go in, then go in again, again, again, and again
If I cannot find a way out, fuck it, let's go deeper in
It's some people in my past I plan to never see again
Although I don't fuck with them, I still wanna see 'em win
They success won't cost me shit, I just built a carbine kit
Got almost two hundred weapons, my wife say I ought to quit
[Chorus]
But it's cold outside right now, I got my fire on me
Wait, I'm so ride-or-die I should have tires on me
Wait, know some **** probably wanna slide on me
I'm just grateful they ain't got the nerves to try it on me
[Verse 2]
I'm just grateful that whoever live upstairs ain't pull my ticket yet
I got work to do and I'm not finished yet
I just want my slice of pie like, "Hey, are you gon' finish that?"
Find another way to make another 100K just off the internet, woo
Ain't that somethin'? Yeah, I know it
Yeah, I'm strapped, I'm paranoid
If I'm stressed, you never know it
I got pounds in the trash bag, I'm not doin' chores
All these years with dirty money, this shit comin' out my pores
I been sellin' out of Prada without sellin' out the stores
Call my wife two times a day just so she does not feel ignored
Ask me what's my occupation, I puts records in the morgue
But I still will not conform, so I don't get no awards
But my checks come every month, so some might say that's my reward
And I own it if I'm on it, that means I make every coin
Hold my head up, so no matter what, I know where I'm goin'
Checked the weather for the day and it said it's snowin'
[Chorus]
So it's cold outside right now, I got my fire on me (Fire on me)
Wait, I'm so ride-or-die I might put tires on me (Tires on me)
Wait, they don't know my life, so they start lyin' on me
But my reputation concrete, you can drive on it
Long live Pif
[Instrumental]
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
Written by: Antoine Washington, Ari Morris, Christopher Wallace, Dontavius Watson
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