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Lost
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lost è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2025 da AIDUS come parte dell'album Lost - Single
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Data di uscita1 gennaio 2025
EtichettaAIDUS
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM90

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aidus
Aidus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Owen
Tyler Owen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mahxie
Mahxie
Producer

Testi

Deep
MAHXIE
It's me
This the same dam weed that I hit a week ago
Same fucking promoters invite you to a show to play
Take a chance but I need me an opportunity
Cuz most the people now and days selling out for immunity
I know its cliche we share all the same fucking traits
I'm sure she led them on alright they never leave a trace
I come around and make a sinner say a bunch of grace
Don't take much to be a rapper but to communicate
And honestly nobody is
That's why AIDUS sticking out it's so obvious
MAHXIE on that track
Rock on top of rap
Deep light fluid all in my city I lit the map
Watch it burn for an hour or so
And roll la mota why you looking so serial
For the quota I go deep like a burial
Birds eye view of my city this boy is arial
Lost in the world sometime
Crazy how this life just go go
Crazy how the people that you grew up with then never stick around to see you when you blow
Catch me thinking bout the world sometimes
Trust me homie I already know
How this whole thing gonna lay out yeah
Trust me homie we about to blow
This the same dam game plan something like the rain man
All the bullshit never sat down in my gut well
Tell the rappers that they all look alike
AIDUS threw himself in the wilderness boy I took a hike
Wild
Your 100% is mild all that bullshit style accumulates in a pile
Where the real ones at dam it's been a while
Where the real ones at dam it's been a while
Lost in the world sometime
Crazy how this life just go go
Crazy how the people that you grew up with then never stick around to see you when you blow
Catch me thinking bout the world sometimes
Trust me homie I already know
How this whole thing gonna lay out yeah
Trust me homie we about to blow
Well
Their appearance ain't even cold
Albums in the store and I bet it ain't even sold
Say they really smoke but the Marry ain't even rolled
All the rules to this game ain't never really been told yup
I'm from Colorado the golden paddle sailing up shits creek snakes I could hear em rattle
So
If I never get out of hear the least they could say is I never gave into fear man
Fuck all the women in the cut who only care about the dollars and the rush ya'll dust to me
Give it up I deserve full custody
Rock by myself because them man it sucks to be
Me and MAHXIE at the mufuckin top
This off the dome man this off the rock
No I don't smoke it but I do sell
And I'm tryna get to heaven like I'm born into hell
Written by: Tyler Owen
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