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Bricks
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bricks è stato pubblicato il 31 gennaio 2020 da Jakarta come parte dell'album Lsd
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AlbumLsd
Data di uscita31 gennaio 2020
EtichettaJakarta
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM83

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guilty Simpson
Guilty Simpson
Performer
The Leonard Simpson Duo
The Leonard Simpson Duo
Performer
Leonard Charles
Leonard Charles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Simpson
Byron Simpson
Composer
Jeremy Toy
Jeremy Toy
Composer
Moses Macrae
Moses Macrae
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leonard Charles
Leonard Charles
Producer

Testi

Me and my mans Cutty Mack had the Ks and macks on standby
Don't approach us with bullshit, fam, we anti
West 7 Mile raised
I rep on every record I blaze
Detroit shit, broads want the joystick
I gamed on her, and didn't even get a name on her
We blowing smoke in the wool peacoat, we joke
But ain't shit funny, so run me my money
Them clowns do it for Facebook
We hit so hard the place shook
I never cared
Yeah, chicks say I'm debonair
'Cause I walk that walk plus I'm everywhere
All around's my stomping grounds
You couldn't even rock your block, I'm talk of the town
Imagine me bossing down and giving up
They must've had bleach in your sippy cup
These dudes talking crazy, like I give a fuck
I stress my point until the ambulance pick him up
Sitting up, a true G
We can scrap like Yon Jack Man and Bruce Lee
Gays Piccadilly frames
I'm A1 pick of many names
Women give me brain
Torrential rain on my window pane
They on Pine like coach put me in the game
While I'm putting up a double-double
Who really wanna rumble
And my people used to really get it on the humble
While your team won't advance 'cause they on the bubble
Underachievers, I'm rolling up, running with Chiefers
You wonder why your girlfriend lie, I'll tell ya
Because she running with skeezers
Them hood rats'll run up your Visas
Collections on your cellphone
Me lose my mojo, then Hell froze
Dripped up in a tracksuit and shelltoes
In the club taking pics with a jail pose
On my grizzly no first day out
I'm prepared for the worst way out
I keep it real in the field so I never play out
Doing me, fuck whatever they 'bout
Still get it
They still tryna get a deal with it
If you slow on the draw you get peeled with it
You wanna live, say less
Who you think you is, Kanye West?
Okay, well get your jaw wired
Stomp fools 'til we all tired
You'd rather scale a fence of barbed wire
If I'm breathing, I'm still inspired
They heard gunshots and peeling tires
Oh you came with friends
I got two fives to break your ten
Straight up, I'm a leader of men
Guaranteed if we beefing, your people never see you again
Straight up
Yo, Simpson in the house
Peace to the Almighty Dreadnaut
Written by: Byron Simpson, Jeremy Toy, Moses Macrae
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