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UP
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UP è stato pubblicato il 9 maggio 2025 da DASH Records come parte dell'album Glory Days - EP
9 maggio 2025
EtichettaDASH Records
BPM74
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Do me wrong, and I'm back in
Whole gang going squad in
Means nothin' but you know what we're on
Broken heart was neglected young
Talkin' hard but you bitches ain't gon' do none
You just lookin' like you finna do some
Gold chain, side purse
Copy cats, I'm an advisor
I'm back
Tellin' you this
I've seen many people do their mistakes
Never thought I would have my own
But sometimes you gotta grow
In the process of becoming nothing, it's really somethin
Even though you're right next to the coffin
Mind twist, fuckin
Just gotta hold the road to you're on top of it
Road got hills like Beverly
Mind gon' reminisce
On top like Armstrong, I'm feelin' it
Put me on the spot, I'ma be great like Ali
End this shit right now
Cause I don't like that Barbie
Hobby, I'ma bring y'all back, just sad
That you couldn't believe it
Now you at the point where there's
No going back
Through the city
I've been runnin, I've been drivin
I've seen what it means
I had people really show me where to be
Where to live, what to say without
Ending in a grave, runaway
Quick pace, what can I say without
Through the city
I've been runnin, I've been drivin
I've seen what it means
I had people really show me where to be
Where to live, what to say without
Ending in a grave, runaway
Quick pace, what can I say without
Losing everyone, she told me I could have it all
Planned it out for so long
She's right there, but when I
Do me right, and we're locked in
Red flags, took the highway
Flashing lights, still see my vision
Ain't nobody recognize me from the distance
I saw her blinking, I can't stop
Sittin' back, reminiscing on when everything was
Whether she like me or diss me, kiss me, miss me
Sit back and listen in my best seat
Motherfucker talker like he my bestie
How the hell did I stay ghost
When everybody knew everyone (so close)
Small town with high hopes, I got it all
Miss the old days when you could tell
If she was fifteen or twenty-one
Stop, what are you doing
With all of that makeup
Fake one, fill it up, grow it bigger
On the gram, edited it, so it seems thicker
Catfish also like a gold digger
Making money on taking pictures
Back, back, back, back in the youth
Everybody told me the truth
This life ain't what it seems
Now fuck that, I wanna be
My dreams, they're coming true with everything
I've been through
From the bottom to the top with a fam in the back
Never stopping, not looking back
Hold the mic, cause I don't
See why we all gotta be special woah
You acting like somebody said something wrong
And don't come and tell me I'm being disrespectful
We'll have the right to an opinion
So fuck the whole
You gotta be in a box society shit
Through the city
I've been runnin, I've been drivin
I've seen what it means
I had people really show me where to be
Where to live, what to say without
Ending in a grave, runaway
Quick pace, what can I say without
Through the city
I've been runnin, I've been drivin
I've seen what it means
I had people really show me where to be
Where to live, what to say without
Ending in a grave, runaway
Quick pace, what can I say without
Losing everyone, she told me I could have it all
Planned it out for so long
She's right there, but when I
Put that A.C on her
Now she's too cold to be hearted
I disintegrate
Rise in the rank
Top floor, I elevate
Written by: Malthe Ankjær Bergstedt
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