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Time Off
51
Hip-Hop/Rap
Time Off è stato pubblicato il 3 dicembre 2021 da Backwoodz Studioz LLC come parte dell'album Trapdoor
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Data di uscita3 dicembre 2021
EtichettaBackwoodz Studioz LLC
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM146

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Defcee
Defcee
Performer
Messiah Musik
Messiah Musik
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Defcee Defcee
Defcee Defcee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Messiah Musik
Messiah Musik
Producer

Testi

Miles Davis on the train keepin' me calm
Tellin' me there isn't such a thing as a lost cause
Today, I teach my students how to count bars, but it's hard
To tell kids to freestyle in a room full of armed guards
I get kinda blue when my check's late
But their kinda blue's a sweatsuit with county numbers on the breastplate
I’m not trying to save anybody. That’s not the point
I'm trying to convince somebody it's worth it to save their voice
But by their count, they’re counted out by everybody:
Their mom or the system, their religion, and a jury that isn't
Of their peers. Given years for some kid shit
Digits on their wrist and permission they gotta ask to take a piss with
I'm headed home from work trying not to sob
But this is a drought an ocean of saltwater couldn't solve
I know nine-to-five is how you survive, but swear to God
If I survive my nine-to-five, I'll never work another job
I just got to work, and I already wanna go home
I just got to work, and I already wanna go home
I just got to work, and I already wanna go home
I just got to work, and I already wanna go home
Panic attacks on my morning commute
Paycheck printed with ink strained from poisonous fruit
State dropped the needle on that vicious cycle
And we taught all the kids who caught the loop--caught the loop--caught the loop--caught the loop
Image in my head: off white iron and orange suits
Nope. Just youth crammed into a prosecutor’s garbage chutes
Dickens reboot--at the front of the class pourin' soup
Want interviews? Their tattoos will report the war for you
Kids cop pleas, and don’t know what they’ll get back
Or when they’ll get back. They might come home to jetpacks
Saw a boy kicked out of class for lookin up gang lit
So he wouldn’t be a neutron when he started his downstate bid
Wanted to ask how the teacher learned to be so cold
Tried as an adult? I don’t care if they write me no poems
At supermarkets memorizing prices for pay-as-you-go phones
In my nightmares, I still hear, “I just wanna go home...I just wanna go home...I just wanna go home...I just wanna go home…”
Written by: Defcee Defcee
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