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Dust Calling
300
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dust Calling è stato pubblicato il 6 febbraio 2024 da AKINYEMI LLC come parte dell'album Dust Calling - Single
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Data di uscita6 febbraio 2024
EtichettaAKINYEMI LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM87

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
Aren't those the same ones wishin' for your goal?
Tell 'em ****, sit down, takin' what you wrote
Swear I had a fit now, lookin' to the road
But who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Who knows?
[Verse 2]
Dust callin', waitin' for the wind
Door unopened, hopefully, they let me in
Scribble this thought down, patent with a pen
Living room tragic, I'm askin' 'em again
Dust callin', waitin' for the wind
Door unopened, hopefully, they let me in
Scribble this thought down, patent with a pen (Yeah)
Living room tragic, how fast can we begin?
[Verse 3]
So I start the interrogation
I fled in an foreign nation
I'm patient so what could face me?
Is it nothing?
The same white picket fence, incumbent resides in
Focus, the prize wins
More than money, it's power, that's what I'm talkin'
The shoe that I'll never walk in, the fool to the moves that often
The hour that's slowly clockin'
Six, seven, shit, it's eight now
Stomach rumblin', food we never ate
How?
They still ain't openin' this door
I'm ringin', singin' the same songs
Accompanied with force
We bangin' abandoned windows, gated, but never closed
I'm hopin' that someone hear us, an old soul with the serum
Assorted holes in this theorem
But stay solidified
And maybe we could rise, second floor don't seem too high
I know it is, the quiz finds the beholder
Body shakin' in mind with the cold shoulder
[Verse 4]
Mama told me, "Don't climb on the ladders"
What if I'm older?
What if I live? What if I give?
Something to show her
What if I miss? Slip on my lip?
What would I owe her?
Explanations of who
Interrogated the truth
And designated to sue
As soon as the dust blew
[Verse 5]
Dust callin', waitin' for the wind
Door unopened, hopefully, they let me in
Scribble this thought down, patent with a pen
Living room tragic, I'm askin' 'em again
Dust callin', waitin' for the wind
Door unopened, hopefully, they let me in
Scribble this thought down, patent with a pen
Living room tragic, how fast can we begin?
Written by: Christian Duquette, Joseph Akinyemi
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