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Crash Manual
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crash Manual è stato pubblicato il 31 maggio 2026 da 9345886 Records DK come parte dell'album Golden child
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Data di uscita31 maggio 2026
Etichetta9345886 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Songwriter
Jaden n marshall
Jaden n marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Too Cold Productions
Too Cold Productions
Producer

Testi

Vice too cold.
Yeah
Ayy
Golden Child
Let's go
Crash manual, I don't know how to stop
Foot on the gas, let the whole dash talk
Black truck swervin' with the smoke too thick
Bad bitch ridin' with her hand on my zip
Crash manual, I don't brake for fear
Pain in the mirror, I don't see that clear
I been too gone, but the money came near
If I burn out, bet I make that shit premier
I wake up reckless, still dressed like wealth
Got a blunt in my mouth, got war with myself
She want my heart, I put that shit on the shelf
Then I fuck up the night like I needed some help
Ayy, I'm too damn cold when the mood get close
She say I'm toxic, I already know
I got scars on my chest that the chain can't show
I got speed in my blood and no place to go
Black fit, dark tint, big body slide
Whole lotta pain in a high-end ride
I don't chase love, I let that shit die
Then I call her back when I'm too damn high
That's fucked up, I know, but I'm honest at least
I been fightin' old ghosts in designer jeans
I got hoes tryna stay, got money to keep
I got too many thoughts when the city asleep
I don't need peace, I need bass and pressure
I need more racks, less fake affection
I need one night where the drugs feel better
I need one win they can't turn to a lecture
Vice too cold, let the whole room freeze
I don't say sorry, I just leave with ease
She on her knees while I count up fees
Then I'm back outside where the pain can breathe
Crash manual, I don't know how to stop
Foot on the gas, let the whole dash talk
Black truck swervin' with the smoke too thick
Bad bitch ridin' with her hand on my zip
Crash manual, I don't brake for fear
Pain in the mirror, I don't see that clear
I been too gone, but the money came near
If I burn out, bet I make that shit premier
I got no guide for the life I live
No page for the shit I did
No fix for the trust I bent
No love for the ones that switched
I was down bad, now the fit too cocky
Chain swing heavy like it tryna stop me
She want soft Vice, that boy not me
I'm a crash-course lesson in a hotel lobby
Ayy, she said, "Slow down," I said, "Can't, I'm chosen"
Cup got muddy, both eyes lowin'
Heart stay locked, but the money door open
I don't feel much, but the beat keep pokin'
I get high when the memories press
I get fly when I feel like death
I don't cry, I just change my set
Then I spend that pain on a new baguette
They want me calm, I don't come that way
I came from storms and unpaid days
I came from fake love, fake praise
Now I want big racks and backstage haze
Golden Child, but the child drive wild
Whole damn life been a hundred-mile trial
I don't need help, I need space right now
I'm too far gone, but I still stand out
No seatbelt, no slow lane
Still hurt, still champagne
Bad love, good cocaine
Still me through the whole flame
No seatbelt, no slow lane
Still hurt, still champagne
If I crash, let the bass play
I'ma walk out with a gold chain
Crash manual, I don't know how to stop
Foot on the gas, let the whole dash talk
Black truck swervin' with the smoke too thick
Bad bitch ridin' with her hand on my zip
Crash manual, I don't brake for fear
Pain in the mirror, I don't see that clear
I been too gone, but the money came near
If I burn out, bet I make that shit premier
Written by: Jaden n marshall, Vice Gram
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