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FUMES
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FUMES è stato pubblicato il 13 ottobre 2023 da Isaac Unassisted, LLC come parte dell'album SAND CITY
13 ottobre 2023
EtichettaIsaac Unassisted, LLC
LinguaEnglish
BPM65
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Once you realize that all the shit you used to care so much about
Just keeps you a prisoner of your own mind
Yeah
City of sand, it's time to get moving, I triple the pace
Once every month but it's goin' too weak
And yet when I vent I hear time and a place
She eager to go, she a river, no creek
Pretty lil' canvas, I'm painting her face
Still at the point if a song is a leak
I gotta pay to get outlet to tweet
My ego inflatin' with every lil' payment
Reminder to self that I madе it from nothin'
I used to live in a camper with family
They ain't еven love me, so fuck if they hatin'
Still whip the Honda, side view broken
Bank low by the same token
Still won't sign for the moment
I'ma need least five mil for the notion
This young CR7, with a Man U crest
Even in recession, I'ma shoot my best
3, 5, and 7, to the Kevlar vest
My self-expression, never take a rest
I keep phone discretion, when my girl send text
Can't part with session, been like house arrest
And, shit, call the reverend, this a holy test
Ain't God'll question, whether if I'm next
Now 2, 9 down, with a 5, 0 goal
1432 Emerald Road
Used to be up where the 12 patrol
But I sold that bitch when the interest low
Slap my wrist, never reload slow
That shit taught quick, action breed gold
SWINGSET died when the crib got sold
Now I'm back to the mic with a new tape roll
I don't wanna hear what you think I should do
Gotta pay my dues 'til the money ensue
Lemme give y'all shit you should go and chew
If you build my shade, it say more about you
Out in LA all the bullshit talk
Just to clear my head take more than a walk
Shook those hands went around that spot
Got five years in, tell me where that shot?
Too many people to count on my hand
That I got a debt with said I'd expand
Forbidden the fruit, they wavin' the fan
They target the roots, then swap a demand
It's fucking me up and I'm missing the truth
I'm making work from two different booths
Up in the venue then back in the room
What more do I need to prove to consume
The fruits of my labor, construction of tomb
I'm bout to blow, I can smell all the fumes
Gas in the tank, and gas in my lungs
She giving me head, while speaking in tongues
The music consuming and I can't avoid
Every lil' second supplying ambition
I'm tryna build what they said that I couldn't
Way more than a statement of saying I'm different
Written by: Isaac App
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