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Otis Mensah & the intern

Budapest

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Budapest è stato pubblicato il 14 marzo 2025 da Mum's House Records come parte dell'album before the noise my cousin

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Albumbefore the noise my cousin

Data di uscita14 marzo 2025

EtichettaMum's House Records

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Otis Mensah

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Otis Mensah

Songwriter

Mathis Peckedrath

Mathis Peckedrath

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

the intern

Producer

Elias Koraus

Mixing Engineer

Testi

Yeah, I remember rapping for rapping's sake

I was so ahead of time, I reminisced on my latter days

Every school break was a matinee

Clenched my teeth until Saturday

I felt forsaken with two left feet alone at the cabaret

I learnt that life was no carousel and to carry weight

A mule in the maze, kicking back at the barricade

Lost in song, I sun dance to decorate the shame

I grew a way with words

Lusted night and adorned the shade

The moth that spoke to light

Dreams and their latent ways

The self sabotage salivates over past mistakes

In palaces of sand, the sculptor of naivety

A carpenter of queen cascades, in a bad place

From a class tamed

To a class cage

Shook off the mascaraed in a rat race

Marry pain with the ballet

A late bloomer

Every story a mustard seed in the ashtray

I never left the petri dish and this my last day

Aye, just an axon in a pathway

I was an acer tree

You were an evergreen

The winter wilted wonder but our love will never fade

I spent ten thousand hours on a hundred thousand poems

Whisper words around the sun

And dedicate them all to her

Drop my need to be a stoic

Kicking leafs and squeeze the moment

The self is sort of flimsy but this hope will never curb

So I might bend but I won't break

See I might bend but I won't break.

I ain't flexing, I might bend but I won't break

You can test me, I might bend but I won't.

I still love her, that's just common sense

She gave me clemency, a place to rest

I eat off fantasy, afraid of friends

Turn off the dream and try and make the bed

Abduct my mind a little, take myself away from self

I work the job and shake the chainmail 'til the wage is well

I spit that sacred, feeling naked on a bed of nails

And if this ship don't sail then throw me in the wishing well

Writing for catharsis

Riding darkness in this kiss and tell

Abyss that's so abysmal but art is sort of visceral

Hide my fear

Hide my heart inside the interval

Waiting on everything

False-hope is like a discipline

Whistle blowing post-truth

Your sermon's pitiful

Though the fall is cyclical, my soul's formidable

In Sunday service but on Monday I might sin again

By her fruit, she's Godsent and there to pick me up

I spent ten thousand hours on a hundred thousand poems

Whisper words around the sun

And dedicate them all to her

Drop my need to be a stoic

Kicking leafs and squeeze the moment

The self is sort of flimsy but this hope will never curb

So I might bend but I won't break

See I might bend but I won't break

I ain't flexing, I might bend but I won't break

You can test me, I might bend but I won't

Written by: Liam Otis Mensah, Mathis Peckedrath

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