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Limelight
70
Hip-Hop/Rap
Limelight è stato pubblicato il 23 maggio 2022 da X10 Entertainment Inc. come parte dell'album Limelight - Single
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Data di uscita23 maggio 2022
EtichettaX10 Entertainment Inc.
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM115

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrik Kabongo
Patrik Kabongo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrik Kabongo
Patrik Kabongo
Songwriter
Rytch G Carrenard
Rytch G Carrenard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Broke Boi
Broke Boi
Producer
Sean Gold Thomas
Sean Gold Thomas
Producer

Testi

How many did you lose to project steps?
Or lose to God and death?
Same thing shots ring the call is def
Only ears can call it next
Sad story from the tree just guard your chest
'Till the fruit is all that’s left
And plants seeds to grow with
Hope the glove fits, I rather be MJ than OJ man
Same thing
More change for the grown man
If you struggle don’t worry make a short gain
And we all just applaud like soul train
Worst acts in the air like Soul Plane
Feel it all in the air when it's yo chance
Slow dance even if you got cold hands
Don’t die for the moment
There silent voices in the grave
Still sleeping still thinking they owned it, uh
They gon try to shoot my confidence
Get locked up that don't make no kind of sense
Look at black boys, all in sense
I ain't got nothing but time
I ain't got nothing but time
Time, time, time, time
They gon try to shoot my confidence
Where I'm from we don't take your compliments
Black boy locked up gone innocence
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Goes, goes, goes
I, night time
I drive
I can't, slow down
My time
Night drive, disco
If I, I die
Outline, I sighed
I ain't got nothing but time
I ain't got nothing but time
They gon try to shoot my confidence
Where I'm from we don't take your compliments
Black boy locked up gone innocence
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Goes, goes, goes
I coulda been smoking on Phillies you feel me
We came from the block
That pressure’s a lot
The heart always hardens when moves bring you close to the top
But striped when you can’t make a shot
The sentiments just isn’t there, you lacking Euphoria
But you find it in porridge
Bear tings
Like the guilt of surviving, you kept away locked in your storage
I'm not your drama
I’m not my parents' trauma
I’m just cashing in karma with commas
Travelling south of the border like Dora
My bro got that big body Ford Explorer
Tryna hit Bora Bora but until then I’m reading the Torah
Dodgin the boas
I’m just serving the mood, the trap is the chorus
Foot on the dash and they neck while I floor it
I, night time
I drive
I can't, slow down
My time
Night drive, disco
If I, I die
Outline, I sighed
I ain't got nothing but time
I ain't got nothing but time
They gon try to shoot my confidence
Where I'm from we don't take your compliments
Black boy locked up gone innocence
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Goes, goes, goes
Written by: Patrick Kabongo, Rytch G Carrenard
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