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CLOUD MAKER
Hip-Hop/Rap
CLOUD MAKERは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2023年9月9日にSad Mafia RecordsによりリリースされましたMirror Ice
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アルバムMirror Ice
リリース日2023年9月9日
レーベルSad Mafia Records
言語English
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM125

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zig Jericho
Zig Jericho
Songwriter
Péter Hóti
Péter Hóti
Songwriter

歌詞

I'm blowing clouds like a factory
Something's wrong, is it sad to see?
Is it cold or smoke? Both, actually
He want to kill me so desparetly
I'm sick in the head, I'm sick of myself
I'm sick of my friends, I'm sick 'till i'm dead
I'm sick of her ex, he keep sending texts
He's fucking stressed because he's on this track
I need someone or something
To take my pain away
I need something or someone
Who help me through the day
I'm sick of everything
But i can't go on this way
No i can't go on this way
'Cause nothing seems to change
All the clouds the same
All the clouds i make
Smoke is all around the air
And i'm drowning for your sake
I didn't knew i can be alive
And feel dead at the same time
But then it happened i've seen your smile
Now it happens all the time
I'm blowing clouds like a factory
Something's wrong, is it sad to see?
Is it cold or smoke? Both, actually
He want to kill me so desparetly
I'm sick in the head, I'm sick of myself
I'm sick of my friends, I'm sick 'till i'm dead
I'm sick of her ex, he keep sending texts
He's fucking stressed because he's on this track
You should really stop boy
It's emberrasing stop boy
You'll never be a nıce boı
Just whining on your bike boy
They could never take a joke
We all so fucking broke
We lost all fucking hope
I'm not looking for rope
I'm blowing clouds like a factory
Something's wrong, is it sad to see?
Is it cold or smoke? Both, actually
He want to kill me so desparetly
I'm sick in the head, I'm sick of myself
I'm sick of my friends, I'm sick 'till i'm dead
I'm sick of her ex, he keep sending texts
He's fucking stressed because he's on this track
I'm blowing clouds like a factory
Something's wrong, is it sad to see?
Is it cold or smoke? Both, actually
He want to kill me so desparetly
I'm sick in the head, I'm sick of myself
I'm sick of my friends, I'm sick 'till i'm dead
I'm sick of her ex, he keep sending texts
He's fucking stressed because he's on this track
Written by: Péter Hóti, Zig Jericho
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