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Sold
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sold è stato pubblicato il 11 gennaio 2025 da 2Loaded come parte dell'album Souled Out - Single
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Data di uscita11 gennaio 2025
Etichetta2Loaded
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM113

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wes Coulter
Wes Coulter
Songwriter
Zach Hatcher
Zach Hatcher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Walker
Charlie Walker
Engineer

Testi

(Always come late, I know)
(I know)
(Always come late, I know)
Always come late, I know
It's hard to describe to your face
Like I just saw a ghost
And it was standing in your place
My heart still feels it sold
But we both did, ain't no debate
Feel I don't have no home
But if I did, I wouldn't stay
And we always talk bout some love, always talk bout some drugs
I don't know what to say anymore
And they always talk bout some games, but it's always the same
I don't know what to play anymore
And baby I'm over the state, way over the lake
But I gotta stay wavy, the shore (for sure)
And I'm solving my problems with rakes
You ain't have shit to say, so I guess it's just all on the floor
Saw me from your point of view
Shit just seems off without you
Turnt up a knot, without 2
Tell me don't, then I'm bound to
Can't do shit by myself, thought them drugs would've helped
I'm still doing well for myself
For what I been through, I don't think you could tell
I'm only 16, getting pack through the mail
Not to smoke, just to sell want this money for real
For real
We all got to learn how to help one another
Me and my dad went through hell with each other
If we get caught, share the cell with my brother, oh
I would never tell what nobody know
(I would never) tell on my brother, no
I would never tell what they don't already
Know
I can't really feel for you
But, I'm tryna feel for you
If you need me, I'll be right here for you
I'll probably even shed a tear for you
I don't even know you know
Always come late, I know
It's hard to describe to your face
Like I just saw a ghost
And it was standing in your place
My heart still feels it sold
But we both did, ain't no debate
Feel I don't have no home
But if I did, I wouldn't stay
And we always talk bout some love, always talk bout some drugs
I don't know what to say anymore
And they always talk bout some games, but it's always the same
I don't know what to play anymore
And baby I'm over the state, way over the lake
But I gotta stay wavy, the shore (for sure)
And I'm solving my problems with rakes
You ain't have shit to say, so I guess it's just all on the floor
Written by: Wes Coulter, Zach Hatcher
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