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Psychedelic
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Psychedelic è stato pubblicato il 13 gennaio 2026 da Lost Reality Entertainment come parte dell'album Urgency
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AlbumUrgency
Data di uscita13 gennaio 2026
EtichettaLost Reality Entertainment
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM90

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ITSTANR
ITSTANR
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Merten
Tanner Merten
Composer
Bracey Brown
Bracey Brown
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tanner Merten
Tanner Merten
Mixing Engineer
FancyJ
FancyJ
Producer
Ucif
Ucif
Mastering Engineer
bleedhoven
bleedhoven
Sound Design

Testi

Uh
Uh uh
Uh huh
Off these psychedelics, I feel everything
Bitches in my DMs, want a wedding ring
But you can't get it from me baby, not today
You gotta show me that you worth it baby, andele
I stack these blue strips up, get it no delay
Pocket rocket on me, catch you at the light, we let it bang
Promise you your new man and me, huh, we not the same
This shit took some time, I had to get it, bitch I made my way
Uh, got a big big bag, had to run it up
Look down at my sneakers, these Margiela's, not the other ones
K-Subi my denim, I just went and ate your rent for lunch
Hold up wait a minute baby I need me another blunt
Walk into the function, dropped a bag on your head
Whoa
I might pull up on you baby just give me a minute
Slide down on your bitch, she really love it when I'm in it
Send her back your way with my kids on her lip, you get it
I just touched a million, I ain' hit no parlay
Look at all my diamonds shining Elliante
Bad lil' bitch from Paris wanna ménage à trois me
I just touched down out in London and they screaming out my name
I hear the sirens from the distance
You keep tryna talk but I ain' listen
She licking on the tip and then she kiss it
She look me in the eyes and say she miss it
Uh
Cutting with the Jag through this traffic
I don't gotta tell you baby, you know you a bad bitch
You ain' like these other hoes, baby you ain' average
Five star bitch, but you coming with some baggage
They said I won't make it, take a look at me
Now it's private jets like every flight to overseas
Mama you know that I got your back you can count on me
Tell my brothers that I paved their way into the league
Off these psychedelics, I feel everything
Bitches in my DMs, want a wedding ring
But you can't get it from me baby, not today
You gotta show me that you worth it baby, andele
I stack these blue strips up, get it no delay
Pocket rocket on me, catch you at the light, we let it bang
Promise you your new man and me, huh, we not the same
This shit took some time, I had to get it, bitch I made my way
Uh, got a big big bag, had to run it up
Look down at my sneakers, these Margiela's, not the other ones
K-Subi my denim, I just went and ate your rent for lunch
Hold up wait a minute baby I need me another blunt
Written by: Bracey Brown, Tanner Merten
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