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Closed Caskets
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Closed Caskets è stato pubblicato il 25 luglio 2025 da Yung Knight Music come parte dell'album JUNIOR
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AlbumJUNIOR
Data di uscita25 luglio 2025
EtichettaYung Knight Music
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM83

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Knight
Yung Knight
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Carl Spradley Jr.
Rodney Carl Spradley Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Knight
Yung Knight
Engineer
mickwreacker
mickwreacker
Producer

Testi

They closed the casket on my pops, I held my granny close
Pick a drug, any drug right now, I need a dose
Like, how the fuck my **** gone? Wish I believed in ghosts
They know I love them all, but these the ones I need the most
My sister gone, my daddy gone, my friends gone, my kin gone, my auntie gone
They say I'm bound to win, it ain't no end zone
Pops, when I call, I knew I could depend on
You and my momma, my sister, I stand ten on
I'm hurt I couldn't speak, but I had me a little speech
How you raised me on music and how you told me to reach
How you bought me microphones, you and momma would help me preach
Give me your favorite songs for me to sample on my beats
They closed the casket on my pops, I held my granny close
Pick a drug, any drug right now, I need a dose
Like, how the fuck my **** gone? Wish I believed in ghosts
They know I love them all, but these the ones I need the most
They say, Knight, ****, you strong, I'm glad you think so
Can't drain the pain away, so I still drink slow
I can tell y'all some stories, I bet y'all ain't know
Wish I could call my pops and play him this, I can't though
Wish I could see my sister one last time
Never thought last time would be the last time
And I done shed so many tears that I don't mask mine
Roll one think about you just to pass time
They closed the casket on my pops, I held my granny close
Pick a drug, any drug right now, I need a dose
Like, how the fuck my **** gone? Wish I believed in ghosts
They know I love them all, but these the ones I need the most
They closed the casket on my pops, I held my granny close
Pick a drug, any drug right now, I need a dose
Like, how the fuck my **** gone? Wish I believed in ghosts
They know I love them all, but these the ones I need the most
And if the pain don't heal, don't worry, my ****, you got it
You got it
Yeah, It'll never feel the same again, my ****, you got it
You got it
Yeah, the road get tough, and shit get hard, you got it
Keep praying, you got it, keep praying, you got it
Keep moving, keep going, keep blowing, keep showing
Young ****, you on it
Written by: Rodney Carl Spradley Jr.
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