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Post Rap
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Hip-Hop
Post Rap은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2022년 7월 29일일에 Epidemic Sound에서 발매되었습니다.Epidemic Presents: Crates (Sakura Edition)
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발매일2022년 7월 29일
라벨Epidemic Sound
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM75

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
ISO Indies
ISO Indies
실연자
Pandaraps
Pandaraps
실연자
작곡 및 작사
John Hotchkiss
John Hotchkiss
작곡가
Gabriel Millman
Gabriel Millman
작곡가
Dillon Heera
Dillon Heera
작곡가
Anthony Lobban
Anthony Lobban
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Gabriel Millman
Gabriel Millman
프로듀서
Gustaf Isaacson
Gustaf Isaacson
프로듀서
Quentin Mulligan
Quentin Mulligan
프로듀서
James Cano
James Cano
프로듀서

가사

Yeah
I'd just rather be alone in my zone writin' poems
When I get in, I'll take a shower, read a book and feel empowered
Smokin' on that sour, got me countin' down the hours
Thinkin' off all the shit that they could do but won't allow us
Then I realized they all some fuckin' cowards
The world is ours
Me and my brother twin like the Towers
And we want it now, never later, no more favors
Done with all these traitors who be haters on the low
They just hate to see you grow
So I'd just rather be alone in my zone writin' poems
'Cause I'm never on the road
And I'd rather stay at home and life been movin' fast lately
Tryna get a grasp and every day I'm mad lately
Never let it drive me crazy, do this for my old lady, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"
We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)
So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips
And thank God for our chance to breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)
They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"
We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)
So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips
And thank God for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in
See, ain't shit changed? But a buncha people feel us
Reachin' for the top, and, nah, I ain't no ceilings
Pour me up a cup or two so it could stop the bleedin'
Roll me up a spliff or two and now, I'm hella weeded
'Cause I'm feelin' like I want it but I don't know if I need it
Took a few L's, but a **** undefeated
Same shit, different day, why this so repeated?
If we don't talk no more, it's probably 'cause I felt mistreated
Bad enough I don't hear excuses, trust me, you could keep it
Saw it comin' from a mile away once I peeped it
Caught up in that drama, Mama, I don't get between it
They be tryna turn it on you, damn, they really tweakin'
We broke, but we wealthy in ability and hopes fits
Bitch, no, we only need the broke-rich
We only overage, overseein' all the dope shit
Killin' these, cast with they facilities flushed down the drain
Leanin' through all eight lives, 'til that become they centerpiece
Unfold and be a masterpiece, at half of all our facalties
We actually dope, you just don't know that half a week (Half a week, half a week)
We actually dope, you just don't know that half a week
Half a week, half a week, half a week, half a week
They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"
We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)
So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips
And thank God for our chance to breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)
They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"
We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)
So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips
And thank God for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in
Written by: Anthony Lobban, Dillon Heera, Gabriel Millman, John Hotchkiss
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