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Draft Day

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Hip-Hop

Draft Day è stato pubblicato il 24 ottobre 2025 da Epidemic Sound come parte dell'album The War Within

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumThe War Within

Data di uscita24 ottobre 2025

EtichettaEpidemic Sound

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Katori Walker

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Katori Walker

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Katori Walker

Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Motherfucker, this is draft day

I hear **** talking what the bag say

Pockets hella flat

I told myself this is the last day

Getting tired of walking 'round depressed and with a sad face

Shawty hella fine, like turn around, like, what that ass say?

Huh, wasn't last place

Huh, now I smash thangs

I want all the pleasures 'cause a **** really had pain

Walking through the pressure, that's a mantra like my last name

Tryna ball on **** 'cause I know it's just a bag game

[Chorus]

Tell 'em this is draft day

And my pockets hella broke, this is my last day

Wait, tried to tell 'em this the last day

No more walk 'round depressing with a sad face

[Verse 2]

I seen some **** die and they ain't never coming back again

They bussin shots, if no one bleed they double back again

I ain't talking condoms when I say they in a magnum

Southern California, but sometimes it feel like Afghanistan

Wait, who adopted them? Wait, bring their father in

They was praising God in church, but still I seen a lot of sin

They don't fight no more, they gotta burner, shouldn't bother them

I stay out the way, I'm tryna put on for my mama 'nem

[Chorus]

Tell 'em this is draft day

And my pockets hella broke, this is the last day

Wait, tried to tell 'em this the last day

No more walkin' 'round depressing with a sad face

[Verse 3]

I ain't sign up for the Army, but it felt like I was drafted

Every step was like a march, but my spirit never fractured

Saw the violence in my view, couldn't let me be a capture

My mind was set on higher heights, 'cause I knew I'd be a master

We was trained in survival, that's the only lesson taught

And the streets ain't a place for love, but I'm learning what I sought

Made a promise to myself, no matter what I fought

I'ma make $1 million, I ain't dying on the block

[Chorus]

Tell 'em this is draft day

And my pockets hella broke, this is my last day

Wait, tried to tell 'em this is draft day

No more walkin' 'round depressing with a sad face

Tell 'em this is draft day

And my pockets hella broke, this is the last day

Wait, tried to tell 'em this is draft day

No more walkin' 'round depressing with a sad face

Written by: Katori Walker

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