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Whatever

Hip-Hop/Rap

Whatever è stato pubblicato il 23 maggio 2025 da Combs come parte dell'album Change Is Good

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AlbumChange Is Good

Data di uscita23 maggio 2025

EtichettaCombs

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM77

PANORAMICA

TESTI

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Combs

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Combs

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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Combs

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Testi

Yo

Mr. Rogers never said a curse word

I've used a few, but you've probably heard worser

On the local news is the tale of a murder

Only shot I got is to make it through the bursar. Please, sir

I'm tryna get this meal plan waived

$300, I just made it yesterday

I done went big on Mikal Bridges under

You know how it is tryna stack up in the summer

Gatherers and hunters hibernate and slumber

With some Jane Doe's who just know me for my thumper

Made the top eight on her Myspace-Tumblr

That's why I feel special like the kickers and the punters

Aww shit, damn. Bitch, motherfuck

Ass, titty, ballsack. Tell me 'grow up.'

Had to tell myself that, homey, I was stuck

Headed back to class where the BS is a buck-and-a-half, yall (aye, yo)

But I must admit it's gettin better

I could give a damn about a grade when these letters

That I'm puttin on the page turn heads to the cheddar

Raisin up the bars, I just hit another measure or whatever

And I must admit it's gettin better

I could give a damn about a grade when the letters

That I'm puttin on the page turn heads for the cheddar

Raisin up the bars, I just hit another measure or whatever

26 is a bitch, but assurin

Two Moderna shots, and I bought some health insurance

I became a THOT, for a minute was allurin

But the cost-benefits that you do when you're maturin, yall

Help you ask if that cookie's really worth it

Weighin pros and cons on that scale under the surface

Shit became a job for me to try and be a gymnast

On the keys and the mic, so I varied out my interests

I got into trains, fuck the planes and the autos

Steve Martin clownin on ya 'cities of tomorrow'

They don't know that all that money that they went a borrowed

Just to make another suburb leaves em broke and on they asses

Bringin less in taxes, people payin more for gases

There's nothin where they live, so they drive to meet the masses

City hoods of life are killed by redevelop clashes

If you wanna grow a place, then do it like molasses, yall (ooo-ooo-ooo)

Take ya time, cause them seeds need to sow

I been livin drivin, tryna stay off Death Row, and I know

I aint Sugin, but the sugar kills slow

Though I'm Sugar Hill Gang - a delight for these hoes, yall

But I must admit it's gettin better

I could give a damn about a grade when these letters

That I'm puttin on the page turn heads to the cheddar

Raisin up the bars, I just hit another measure or whatever

And I must admit it's gettin better

I could give a damn about a grade when the letters

That I'm puttin on the page turn heads for the cheddar

Raisin up the bars, I just hit another measure or whatever

Written by: Austin Combs

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