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CLICK!
Hip-Hop/Rap
CLICK! è stato pubblicato il 20 agosto 2024 da Record Label come parte dell'album FPS!
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AlbumFPS!
Data di uscita20 agosto 2024
EtichettaRecord Label
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM79

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Songwriter
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Producer

Testi

Yeah
Got my feelings fucked up
By the system
How you tell me put in work?
How the fuck I turn out different
Treat my life like the playoffs
First 50 games I clinch em
Well-dressed shooters they buy blicks so I could click em
Taking flicks with all the victims
2030 vision
Turn my shit up to 300 bitch
President gon listen
Give my opps some fiction
Spread it around the block, they gossipping
I can't tell you what I did last night
We was wock sipping
Woke up in a birkin bag
I went rags to riches
Separate the bands from the white
My table getting messy
Shoot my shit like Messi
Pray to Cristiano that I'm missing
Tell my homies
We ain't moving up the line
Unless we pop out with a vengeance
Tell me who gon give a fuck if they give me a sentence
Way that I abuse the drugs already payed my penance
I was seven years old when I learned my lesson
Better being rich and fucked up, than staying in depresion
I was greater than my idols when I turned 11
Then I turned to stepping
Big fucking bags for the culture
Now my friends dependent
They ain't making 26, they ain't go to heaven
They ain't making 26, they ain't go to heaven
They ain't making 26, they ain't go to heaven
They ain't making 26, they ain't
Go to heaven
Yeah
Got my feelings fucked up
By the system
How you tell me put in work?
How the fuck I turn out different
Treat my life like the playoffs
First 50 games I clinch em
Well-dressed shooters they buy blicks so I could (click, click)
Waiting on a bag since my family hit the continent
How I stay consistent shit a mystery no solving it
Caught my Doppleganger™ moving weight
But I'm not stopping him
Rock the boat no tiptoe around the consequences
Ain't no bargaining
Backroom dealing for the bag
Tried to hire me for a corporate job, I unionized the staff
Ask me if I score a lot, yeah I show em all the plaques
Chase the cash so long, yeah I memorized the path fuck
Got my feelings fucked up
By the system
How you tell me put in work?
How the fuck I turn out different
Treat my life like the playoffs
First 50 games I clinch em
Well-dressed shooters they buy blicks so I could click em
Written by: Mason James Anliker, Raghav Surya
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