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Paces
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Pop
Paces은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2021년 6월 11일일에 LNDN Row Records에서 발매되었습니다.The Black Satin Sessions
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발매일2021년 6월 11일
라벨LNDN Row Records
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM139

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
London Beck
London Beck
전자 기타
작곡 및 작사
Robert Taylor IV
Robert Taylor IV
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
London Beck
London Beck
프로듀서
Rod Wallace
Rod Wallace
프로듀서

가사

Not on my pride. I pushed to the side.
Backpacking it light, I’m biding my time.
To love more in life, to live like I’ve died.
Never enough, the blood parasite.
Lately wading through the pressure.
Maybe pain is for my pleasure.
Masochism in my leisure.
There’s no balance in it all.
Mindless auto-action pilot.
Need a diet from the mundane.
No matter what I do. Always same news.
Overpaid dues. Need something new.
Pushing past my paces.
Riding on the limit. Falling deep into my mind.
Free falling through weightless.
Stretching out my patience. Steady pushing through the time.
Shadows taking control.
My illusions, legion. Reasons, never letting go.
Free falling through weightless.
Stretching out my patience. Steady pushing through the time.
Let go. I know I need to let it go.
Addicted to the control. A bag of bricks, I keep them real close.
I must like feed the demons. They snicker their teeth at my fleshed wounds.
Looking for a safe space I can slip off to.
Why I let the monsters in my mental room?
I just need to say enough.
What I build today, it’s enough.
Walked 1000 miles, not done.
Walked 1000 miles, not done.
Owe it to my heart to wise up.
Owe it to my mind, I’m fed up.
Just say I’m enough, cause’ my life got a higher price tag than you sell.
Mayweather on Greg, got the hammer tryna TKO the devil, ah.
Walked 1000 miles through the valley of the shallows, swing gallows.
Imma spiral down a black hole, I know,
Only I know what I can hold. Cargo.
Lemme unload like a dump truck, sideshow.
Tightrope, seesaw my transgressions.
Open doors to all the lessons.
Owe it to the me that swallows regrets.
Not to the streets that’s where I stay losing attention.
Airtight, no dissection.
No lift if no trust.
If it’s not a lift, it’s the dust.
Pushing past my paces.
Written by: Robert Taylor IV
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