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2AM

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Hip-Hop/Rap

2AM è stato pubblicato il 6 settembre 2024 da TMR come parte dell'album Opposites Attract

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumOpposites Attract

Data di uscita6 settembre 2024

EtichettaTMR

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM105

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jade Pope

Lyrics

André Lauren Benjamin

André Lauren Benjamin

Lyrics

Corey Todd Woods

Corey Todd Woods

Lyrics

Antwan André Patton

Antwan André Patton

Lyrics

Dalyn hernandez

Dalyn hernandez

Lyrics

Bendjadid Houmadi

Bendjadid Houmadi

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ThaMonster

Producer

Organized Noize

Organized Noize

Producer

kidphlame

Producer

Testi

(This is a world premiere)

Hm

Old school players and new school hoes

I got her ovulating heavy with them new school woes

I feel like Drizzy cause I got the drip but don't got clothes

Cause I be drippy with the dick

I got that new school code, ya dig?

Come and find me with them new school toes

Y'all **** sneaking 'round the city with them new school lows, depressed

Y'all can can't hit me with that new school soul

Just like I'm rapping on that bitch, I got that new school flow, hm

I wear rubbers, y'all **** be wearin' plastic

Y'all **** be fakin' money, my **** be fakin' celibate

I tell a bitch, "I'm ready," she steady just for the relevance

She play with me and fuck up my moral like a degenerate

I rip it off, make it happen real quick like a fabric

I got the bass like a bullet, vibrations heavy

Got fragments all in the backseat

Kissin' and rubbin' just like a faggot

I strap in and fuck the booty real hard, I got it passing gas, poot it

Pass me the gas and now I'm zooted

Y'all **** all on my dick, y'all bitin' down till I lose it

I'm switching genders, I'm bitching about my presents, December

I met a bitch all on my wrist that I will always remember

She never left me, dead meat, put it in closet

You lookin' tense, I'ma get at your trauma and massage it

I'm speakin' any language **** prefer like an Ebonic

Can't even keep me a woman, I'm sure, can't stay platonic, yeah

Dyslexic, I called the Louis "VVL"

Push a 3L, **** see it thinking it's a 312

I feel like captain EO, spaceship to Rio

Back to my city, I'm whippin' the old Geo

Been a minute since I had to show them **** 3, though

The angle that I look at this game, that shit a free throw

Talent's out the ass, bitches on the dick

I couldn't tell you what really got me started, it just clicked

From the passion to the soul and the talent, it just mixed

Sometimes ask ****, "do you hear this shit?"

Clean-ass beats, do you hear this mix?

Concentrate but never contemplate what I can't fix

So I, keep to myself, like I keep the beats to myself

The streets and the wealth

Split, man, the people need help

And I get it, gotta get it on your own

**** pushing a plane, burning gas with three phones

Pushing a class **** can't come dethrone

Told my partners I'll drop and I won't be long, uh-uh

Liable to tweak, rappers'll profit off sneak dissing

Keep writing, keep hissing, I'll pay you a sneak visit

Don't get mad at me because I'm a rapper that speaks different

Take a shot at me, I bite bullets and eat switches (uh)

Old school players and new school games

I got it right back from my jeweler, that's a new school chain

And I ain't scared of nothing, back off with them new school gangs

We back to back in Paris, I'm taking them new school trains

I was on break but that don't mean I took one

They been taking shots at me, they wanna D. Book one

It's silent when I come back, they scared, they shook ones

12 songs for a return, they look stunned

I been meditating, but ain't getting smooth on 'em

But that don't ever mean that I'd make a whole truce for ya

I'm chilling, you better be lying through your tooth on me

But don't tell a lie on me and I won't tell the truth on ya

(And I won't tell the truth 'bout you)

(Hmm)

I'm really thumbing up

Give the cold shoulder to these—

Started numbing up

Girl, turn off your phone

Ain't tryna hear you when you drunk as—

Said you loved me back then but I don't

Oh, man, it sucks to suck

Y'all cannot even go band for band

Bro, let's go buck for buck

I been working out and eating

Give y'all tummy tucks

Hate being outside

And especially when the sun is up

I got out the hood, I got acquaintances

And their guns is up

I cannot be wasting my time there

More when I'm coming up

Don't let that— get sticky, slimy situations

I can't wait to see you outside with me, I'm getting impatient

I said I love her and I lied too

It was as real as my tooth, I put that on the side too

You think I'm losing beef with rappers? I am not The Game

You read smut and I direct it, we are not the same

I can say it again, brother, I am not ashamed

People don't understand that I carry my father's name

I'm wild with it, I'm proud of what I done

Plus I'm not finished

Y'all flushed down versions of me like a cop's visit

I'm hot with it, on hots, so rappers'll stop grinning

My palm itching, I'll still spit until I stop living

They fake, they soft, liars, they won't be, they not wicked

They hate us all, we higher, no need to be explicit

Written by: André Lauren Benjamin, Antwan André Patton, Bendjadid Houmadi, Corey Todd Woods, Dalyn hernandez, Jade Pope

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