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Haptics
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Haptics è stato pubblicato il 6 agosto 2024 da 6427310 Records DK2 come parte dell'album Haptics - Single
Data di uscita6 agosto 2024
Etichetta6427310 Records DK2
LinguaEnglish
BPM58
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Give me something make it groove nice
Something take me from the gloom I
Get back to it when the moon light
I just need myself a break
Need get this dread all up out of my way
See I was onto something new I
Was making time up on the decline
Coasting by all of the street signs
Throwing up a couple peace signs
But then I hit the fucking breaks
It was golden it just couldn't stay
I'm showing my run debated
My sound like I custom made it
Get down to McCormick's Faces
I've been to some horrid places
My ward I love all the patients
They all feeling lost forsaken
But I carry each em with me
I see em in lines of Whitney
They all were my friends
I hope they got out of the bin
And ain't go back in it again
I pull up to Corn wall revisit my end
I pulled up a cornball I'm leaving a 10
Fucking a trend
I'll make it real if I want
Told me be Frank I'll be blunt
Hate had my growth at a stunt
I put all the weed in the blunt
And smoke all my demons at once
I put the cannon to me
See the sadness grew in like a cancer through me
I put all the madness on a dancing ruby
It was all so tragic had to pander to me
Had to turn it off put a decanter through me
With the fucking pills I tried to end the movie
It kept playing still i had to keep it moving
I was fake as fuck like the Dagrassi shooting
I knew
Pushed em away with my antics
I wish I remember my words
But I had that bottle so much
Can't remember a bunch
But I know that shit fucking hurt
I would be playing to say I'm the same
Would've died from the pain if I stayed in the lane
Would've died from the shame if I stayed in the lane
Would've ended it all if I hadn't have changed
Give me something make it groove nice
Something take me from the gloom I
Get back to it when the moon light
I just need myself a break
Need get this dread all up out of my way
See I was onto something new I
Was making time up on the decline
Coasting by all of the street signs
Throwing up a couple peace signs
But then I hit the fucking breaks
It was golden it just couldn't stay
Written by: Frank Garrett Thomas

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