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THAT BLOCK — è stato pubblicato il 22 agosto 2025 da DUE EAST COLLECTIVE come parte dell'album Flip Heaven!

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumFlip Heaven!

Data di uscita22 agosto 2025

EtichettaDUE EAST COLLECTIVE

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM103

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Drew Reuschlein

Drew Reuschlein

Guitar, Sampler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Drew Reuschlein

Drew Reuschlein

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Drew Reuschlein

Drew Reuschlein

Producer

Testi

Another day, another line of the questioning

Never really been the kind of guy to object

To slip streaming and looking before your leaping, you're testing it

Cut yourself a check, and it's about to be festering

I gotta get the money tonight

Is that right? Well, it better be, cause now I'm invested

How you keep head above it when you swim in your blessings

And you're only fuckin' using 'em to be a pedestrian, no

Coming and going

Always staring at the people that are nothing-ing more

How you looking for a golden opportunity to fall up in your lap

When they're never gonna give you the floor?

Circumstance will make you want to be more

Until you tip the scales, you're only lucky to score

Feel the static, yeah, you know you gotta have it

But it's never gonna happen cause the money doesn't open the door

You know I'm barely ever down that block

I make 'em loco with the Photoshop

But I'd be crazy to renounce my spot

You know they're watching when you're on the clock

I get the call and it get hard to talk

But when I get it, I get it, I really get it, ahh

I can't beat around the bush no more, I've gotta let you know

I went and brought the pressure home

But I won't ever count the seconds like a fuckin' metronome

The hell you think I'm on, bitch

You gotta, gotta figure it out

So you can tell 'em what this shit is about

You gotta love it when you sleep on the couch

You gotta, gotta, gotta put your dick in your mouth

Ah, you gotta chip in the doubt

Until you're really getting sick of the clout

You gotta settle on a bitching amount

Sometimes you gotta put your dick in your mouth

War, death, famine and pestilence

Cop a brand new pair of the pajama for self defense

The network got me on the hook, I'm obsessed with it

Still, I get so nervous I don't finish my uh

My uh, my uh, uh

I got this feeling of desperateness

Marketing myself can get me tight in the chest

I just can't find a way of breaking through to the best

Or get my foot up in the door without making a mess of it

Ah, ah, ah, it's all money

That get the people to jumping, and honey it's not funny

To pop trunk and show 'em a bit of your hot stuff

It's all junk, the front that you're pushing is not tough, it's all fluff

Don't ya jump onto the table to un-kick in your cradle, you're damn lucky you're able

To call that full furnished kitchen a stable

You know switching the blade it'll never make you serrated

Better drop

They're gonna eat you alive and then walk

You better be plotting something wavy with no shock

The cost of a shot in this economy's all talk

You're better off moving the fuck away from that block

Written by: Drew Reuschlein

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