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Panic!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Panic! werd uitgebracht op 21 juli 2023 door CONFUSHANE? LLC als onderdeel van het album The Age of Icarus - EP
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Releasedatum21 juli 2023
LabelCONFUSHANE? LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM59

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Cohen
Shane Cohen
Songwriter

Songteksten

Panic! Panic!
Everybody, everybody manic
Tearing up a presidential mansion
Someone call an existential ambulance
Frantic! Frantic!
Sick of the world, can't stand it
Only way to fix it with a cannon
So I don't really like our chances
(Dammit)
How could a cure be pure if it's branded?
We was fam 'till they went and cut the branches
And I don't have any of the answers
Smoking some just stay planted
Cuz they plotting, on some toxic
And we took it cuz we saw no other option
Booked it then they took all our deposits
I thought we were supposed to see some prophets
But all we got is billionaires who love to complain
Fillin' us with rage got it runnin' through our veins
Claimed they'd keep it clean, but they left us with stain
Information overloaded now we all deranged
Dammit, dammit
Disease in the streets running rampant
We might be the last ones standing
And cuz of that they say we satanic
So they
Panic! Panic!
Everybody, everybody manic
Tearing up a presidential mansion
Someone call an existential ambulance
Frantic! Frantic!
Sick of the world, can't stand it
Only way to fix it with a cannon
So I don't really like our chances
(Dammit)
Everybody fucked up off the famine
Got em talking outta pocket so they scramblin'
And everybody want the mic like Janet
Till they end up below a slab of the granite
Truth so distorted, but it's still gorgeous
Only throne I ever see 'em sitting on is porcelain
This shit like a Pollock, throwin' paint while I'm recording
Revenge of the prophets, next gen transformin'
I be goin Optimus, never optimistic
Seen a bad bitch, so I had to cop the digits
Only for the night, no time to stop and miss it
Fuckin' so raw, cuz we all apocalyptic
All of our religions lied, none them motherfuckers right
Know we all about to die, with middle fingers to the sky
Out of sight, out our mind, all 'em actin outta spite
All they ever do divide, and I refuse to choose a side
Dammit, dammit
So connected got our hands crampin'
Crash landin' exactly how we planned it
Now they actin like they didn't understand it
So they
Panic! Panic!
Everybody, everybody manic
Tearing up a presidential mansion
Someone call an existential ambulance
Frantic! Frantic!
Sick of the world, can't stand it
Only way to fix it with a cannon
So I don't really like our chances
(Dammit)
Written by: Shane Cohen
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