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Graveyard
1024
Hip-Hop/Rap
Graveyard è stato pubblicato il 11 maggio 2026 da void come parte dell'album Repair Lonely
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Data di uscita11 maggio 2026
Etichettavoid
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM78

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
void
void
Performer
Repair Lonely
Repair Lonely
Vocals
Alexandre Jassin
Alexandre Jassin
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Repair Lonely
Repair Lonely
Songwriter
Alexandre Jassin
Alexandre Jassin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Repair Lonely
Repair Lonely
Producer
JpBeatz
JpBeatz
Producer

Testi

(Haha, JP)
Bro, tuck that case for me, I forever got his back
If you're my brother, keep it silent, **** be doin' that
I got some secrets goin' to the grave
I got some opps goin' to the grave, yo
All this dirty money, I've been countin' millions
Don't care about where you're from, I send them shooters to your home
Yeah, I was in the cut, countin' all these millions
This shit don't ever stop until I'm keepin' pourin' up
Promethazine all in my cup, these bitches know I don't give a fuck
All these drugs up in my body, I might end up throwin' up
Boy, you act different, what you know?
I'm tryna find out what you know
Fuck you doin', where you goin'?
It ain't time to get you gone
Put that all on my brigade or put my bread up
Don't give a fuck about none of these bitches
They ain't standin' on no business
I still might go and put you in Chanel
I put that bag up on your head if you speak on the gang
Brand new AMG, I might go slide all by myself
If we catch that boy in traffic, might go send that boy to hell
I'm the motherfuckin' one, got all these sticks under my belt
All this ice up on my neck, but that shit never gonna melt
Have to tell my ass, you can't wear no heart
We will send you to the sky, send you up to the sky (Haha)
Tell me what you want, what you need
Cause if you my brother, I don't even gotta pay
Bro, tuck that case for me, I forever got his back
If you my brother, keep it silent or speak on that
I got some secrets goin' to the grave
I got some opps goin' to the graveyard
All this dirty money, I've been countin' millions
Don't care about where you're from, I send them shooters to your home
Yeah, I was in the cut, countin' all these millions
This shit don't ever stop until I'm keepin' pourin' up
Promethazine all in my cup, these bitches know I don't give a fuck
All these drugs up in my body, I might end up throwin' up
Boy, you act different, what you know?
I'm tryna find out what you know
Fuck you doin', where you goin'?
It ain't time to get you gone
Written by: Alexandre Jassin, Repair Lonely
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