Scribblin - Chuck Rossi：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Scribblin

Hip-Hop/Rap

Scribblinは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2025年10月4日にChuck RossiによりリリースされましたDonnie Jr.

曲の詳細

アルバムDonnie Jr.

リリース日2025年10月4日

レーベルChuck Rossi

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

BPM89

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chuck Rossi

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Demetrius Baker

Demetrius Baker

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jeff Carter

Producer

歌詞

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

I’m coming out swingin like my life depended on it

Came out swingin, barbaric like Conan

Any opponent, I kill ‘em like rodents

And you can be next, it’s open enrollment

I do it for enjoyment, Rossi do it for thrills

I do it like I’m starving and I need them meals

I’m made of steel, son of Lucille

Barely on IG cuz I do it for real

So meet me on the track it’ll b a train wreck

And I mean that, you can check the carfax

I’m scary with it, results don’t vary with it

Smoke you on the track, **** I’m Sha’Carri with it

Don’t care who got the torch right now, I got the flame

It’s mine for the taking, I don’t care who run the game

I got my stamina up and I’m waiting for the race and

Stayin ready ain’t gotta get ready for occasions

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

I want the crown you in the way I gotta slaughter

I want this like Urkel wanted Carl’s oldest daughter

I want this how people in hell want water

But I don’t wanna be a martyr for yall to feel the author

Why I oughta? Mad over wat they playing

I’ll cut their throats, fuck what them **** sayin

They shit is weak, they shouldn’t speak

They shit is ass, they shit is cheeks

BBL bars and yall love it, trickin like Zion

I don’t know the science, must b lacking iron

Imma giant wit the rhymin, Eli wit the timing

You think you a giant, I guess I’m Orion

Vanish like the Mayans or the Aztecs

Don’t pass go or cash checks

Don’t come back like bad sex

Ruining them beats with that static

Throw ‘em into traffic

Chuck the contractor, taking off ya attic

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Give Rossi props, he the one that’s writing this

I’m nothing without God, he the one that’s guiding this

Slick in my ear, he the one igniting this

So me versus you it would be one sided bish

The Boro Bully back, end of discussion

Upside down, to ya head blood rushing

Toilet flushing, concussion if you tussling

Run that lunch money then run to ya cousin

Yall **** is harmless even if I’m armless

Poppin in preschool, I’m pretty pompous

Reading all my charges imma b bondless

I killed the track, Jefe the accomplice

Ain’t no cell for me, got too many bars

Been to hell homie, got too many scars

Now I give ‘em out on par, kill yall czars

I take it there outta fair, I go too far

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Scribbling

Scribbling, scribbling on my pad like the scratches on the track

Written by: Demetrius Baker

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