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thFinale
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thFinale è stato pubblicato il 1 settembre 2022 da 7728254 Records DK come parte dell'album A Soft Self Portrait
1 settembre 2022
Etichetta7728254 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
BPM66
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Why do you, have such a look of surprise upon your face right now
How, did you not surmise I would take your place
The son defies father, then the son has a son
Then his son defies him, that's the way ain't it
But the son is not, blasphemous, we appreciate everything
That father has, done for us to build us up
And that's why
But still
The son is getting stronger
The son is getting older, getting bolder with the thunder
He stands on top the mountain with his kite holding the power
And here I will remain until I'm shown my final hour
And then you'll catch my spirit at the top of Babel Tower
An overused demon to power I'm now divorced
I just babel out my lyric as I guard the tower floors
My service should be proof, that's for sure
Why do you, carry such a face of bewilderment
Yahweh felt, the same you feel during your descent
Proud hearts we both have, our beauty is unmatched
So, how can we be last, father how can I be last
Yea
Yea
I operate with the knowledge that I am the son
I come from the Sun, why I do not burn
How long will you run from the people who burn
Under your Sun, when will you learn
Why get along, they don't belong
This is not hate, I'm just melanated
The Sun is a blessing, to you it's a weapon
They say that we're cursed, but yet we're protected
To serve and protect, the reason they're killing us
They are recessive, their bitches be feeling us
I know you see how my **** be doing them hoes
There'll be no more white if we keep it up
Dominant genetics, my color prophetic
Jesus is me, that's why you deaded him
My people think it be hate that be tied to them murders
But really they're searching for melanin
They want the shit that our organs are covered with
That's why they beg us to donate our organs when
The reaper knocks, they hit up yo' block
To see what the hood currently has in stock
You're wondering who, bitch it's the cops
This morning he got the order from chief
Saying a prominent member within the communities during and she is in need
Go to the ghetto and see what you see
Find who you find and bring them to me
Don't care if it's Floyd, don't care if it's Taylor
Don't care if it's Brooks, if **** he looks
Bring them on through, see what we can do
If you'd like to learn then you can stay too
Matter a fact, bring the whole family
I think for little Pete this will be cool, Klan Klux
Never been black hoe I'm brown
Call yourself black you're a clown
You walk around yelling you matter with yo' people's blood on the ground
Bitch who you matter to
Never seen you in my city and that's murder capitol
Black **** tell the truth
The pale is finding you, you do this for capital
In the name of the ones who were slain
From their graves they're cursing ya' names
Universe is taking note of your games
Corona virus can not stop Aquarius
Information will be given this age
Give a fuck if you allow me a stage
You're gonna' have to concoct me a grave
Because I'm making it my personal mission, to finale you
Yea
Because I'm making it my personal mission to, finale you
Yea
Yea, yea
Because I'm making it my personal mission
Yea
Yea
The mountainside manor's where the fountain cries
A stone depiction of the people that I've sacrificed
I'm on the end of the hours I've been staring at it
A hard gaze into their eyes leave me petrified
Yea, I'm not afraid to go harder
Blame that on my daughter
You can blame it on the Goddess
With whom I chose to share my water
Yo', a kiss to both when I awake
I kiss my girl a bit more south
She then puts it in her mouth
I text the maid to clean the house
She told the maid to take it home
Her and her don't get along
She saw her twerking to my songs on the Gram
So her and her don't get along
Yo', I need a stable for my mares
Ferrari just left me a pair
BBS inside Pirelli
Entire closet Cucinelli
Oooo I'm trying to tell you how I'm living
Can't get this far without a vision
Quitters never learn to fly, ask my baby mama
Quitters never meet the sky, word to my baby mama
The ones who never struggled keep a lie
The ones who always struggle realize, real lies
I said the ones who beat the struggle realize real lies ****
Written by: Dedrick Mottley
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