Banshee Walk - Apollo Brown & Bronze Nazareth: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Apollo Brown & Bronze Nazareth

Banshee Walk

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Banshee Walk은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 7월 25일일에 Escapism에서 발매되었습니다.Funeral For A Dream

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앨범Funeral For A Dream

발매일2025년 7월 25일

라벨Escapism

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM75

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Apollo Brown

드럼 프로그래밍

Bronze Nazareth

Bronze Nazareth

리드 보컬

작곡 및 작사

Erik Vincent Stephens

Erik Vincent Stephens

작곡가

Justin Dante Cross

Justin Dante Cross

가사

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Apollo Brown

프로듀서

J. Hutchinson

마스터링 엔지니어

마그네틱

믹싱 엔지니어

가사

Yeah, bodies twitch when my phalanges talk

Bitch I hit the block with the banshee walk

Torch in my coat, I lift leaves in Kalahari droughts

Hawk in my scope, coffin quotes on safari routes

Bacardi with a ghost, I cut my teeth with a fishing knife

Every scar a chapel, every vision is given life

I'm a surgeon with my burdens, made mo-saics painting strife

At night, rockin up my thoughts just like a chemist might

Clickin stove in my brain, soundin just like my semi slide

My four chambers is black ice, surrounded by catch wires

I mostly died inside when my brother's time ex-pired

Still I rise, I drove a AMG out the hellfires

Cloaked in a hosts hearse **** the only way I'ma get quiet

Taste the blade first, I'm on a page from my environment

Black rose from the grave dirt, pressure made me a diamond

I'm mining minor thoughts turn a molehill to mountain climbing

Yeah, streets alive keep your cannon sharp

Pad turn the whole city candle dark

This Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke

Leave you struggling with the banshee walk

Streets alive keep your cannon sharp

Pad turn the whole city candle dark

This Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke

Leave you struggling with the banshee walk

I hear gun rule blasphemy, they should name a street after me

Clip your wings peasant, on the beat sweet alchemy

Clifton Powell presence, you gon see me guaranteed

You bleed? I feel your pain, share with me, like a pair of fiends

Yellowman sellin heroine via my rarest dreams

Crystal mountain back-lay, I wade in karat streams

Pretty mean bitch parrot brain, glass hour jungle rain

I pull up with that rod ain't no bass or no uncle Gene

Huh, **** you can't talk no pounds to no tumble weed

Her face card on 1000 still that bitch could probably fumble me

I run thru million dollar options in my slumber deep

My summers filled with rays raining on fluorescent color beach

I bite a crescent moon out a Georgia peach, and watch it leak

I'm bout to build a stairway to heaven and let you see

What's the entrance fee? I hope to endlessly

Bend this Rolls Spectre through the Florida streets

Halfway there, I could pour receipts

Streets alive keep your cannon sharp

Pad turn the whole city candle dark

The Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke

Leave you struggling with the banshee walk

Streets alive keep your cannon sharp

Pad turn the whole city candle dark

The Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke

Leave you struggling with the banshee walk

Written by: Erik Vincent Stephens, Justin Dante Cross

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