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Empty Valentines
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Empty Valentines è stato pubblicato il 12 marzo 2023 da The Holy Trinity come parte dell'album Empty Valentines - Single
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Data di uscita12 marzo 2023
EtichettaThe Holy Trinity
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM119

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Paul Prynne
Michael Paul Prynne
Songwriter
Ellis Royce Walker
Ellis Royce Walker
Songwriter

Testi

He broke your heart I fixed her
Double cup someone pass me the mixer
I'm so fucked up I think I might kiss her
She wanting a ring like the Sixers
That can't happen got too many misters
So I'm greeting myself to her sisters
Her bestie know I can't resist her
So I'm banging that shit like the Stixers
I kept you framed in a locket
Then you blast off like team rocket
You closed the door I unlocked it
You didn't want all the blame
You're hiding the pain
I guess you should've played the game
Making me go insane
You're tired of minimum wage
You ain't getting paid by me
You're loving is coming too late you see
You say that you miss me it's fake you see
What's so funny
You didn't love me, you just love the money
Now your ass gone I see your nose is runny
You're crying in cold I live where it's sunny
Your ass holds onto the past
My life be moving too fast
To even try think of the past
I think you might be my last
I won't forget because it's cast in stone
I'll never forget your commanding tone
I don't think I'll rest 'till your ass is lone
How many times, stop calling my phone
I couldn't care less if you're trying to bone
I couldn't care less if you know my cologne
I couldn't care less for a private show
I couldn't care less if you're home alone
I couldn't care less if my name makes you moan
He broke your heart I fixed her
Double cup someone pass me the mixer
I'm so fucked up I think I might kiss her
She wanting a ring like the Sixers
That can't happen got too many misters
So I'm greeting myself to her sisters
Her bestie know I can't resist her
So I'm banging that shit like the Stixers
I said a couple of times
While she walk into my mind
I ain't even struggle to rhyme
I think I might pay a fine
Every time I look at the time
It cost me a dime
I'm running a mile
I'm raising the roof as I'm cracking the tiles
Your girl I defile
While you in denial
I'm smoking a boof while she wet like the Nile
Spreading that shit like the Red Sea
Broken records you might call me Messi
Ima Mount on your ass like I'm Chelsea
I'm eating the green keep me healthy
And I spit on the beat with some flair
When I'm talking it's sweet like a chocolate éclair
I'm playing the game you'll complain it ain't fair
I guess I'll play fair when the prizes are rare
Homegirl strut over looking like fresh meat
Over she come talking about some let's meet
She big up her game
She say she a freak
I big up the Lord just to say that he lets me
I'm locked in but I don't want no bail
Head in the game cause I know I won't fail
I'm blocking your Insta so you use my mail
Damn this bitch really think she gone prevail
He broke your heart I fixed her
Double cup someone pass me the mixer
I'm so fucked up I think I might kiss her
She wanting a ring like the Sixers
That can't happen got too many misters
So I'm greeting myself to her sisters
Her bestie know I can't resist her
So I'm banging that shit like the Stixers
Written by: Ellis Royce Walker, Michael Paul Prynne
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