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Missing
Hip-Hop/Rap
Missing werd uitgebracht op 3 april 2024 door 6020976 Records DK als onderdeel van het album Missing - Single
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Releasedatum3 april 2024
Label6020976 Records DK
TaalEnglish
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM120

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris M Samuel
Chris M Samuel
Songwriter

Songteksten

(Custom not again!)
Oh, uh, woah
Bitches, they wanna be me, they envy
Don't get me twisted, huh, spaghetti
Livin' your life, little twisted
Ball on the beat and I feel like the Pistons, yeah
I remember back in kindergarten
when we was in the play structures kissin
Don't get me started, girl, you're hissin
I know that was something you was missin
Then a couple years go by
Now I'm getting food from you in the kitchen
I'm goofin' around, I don't listen
March on the beat like I'm army enlisted, uh
I was a troublemaker, I would find my way
Into places that's restricted
Wasn't supposed to be here, I didn't care
Do crazy shit like it is truth or dare
Everybody would look at me real weird
I got good eyes, I got good hair
With you in my arms, I just felt real safe
We're going out to Jamaica
You're pretty without the makeup
Without you, I am shaken
I'm broken, give me another chance
Where is my token
Controlling my mind just like a trojan
Third eye on your face, you're awoken
My heart haven't spoken
Before I could, it was broken
My heart's always stolen
I'm lost in a deep ocean
(Custom not again!)
Oh, uh, woah
Bitches, they wanna be me, they envy
Don't get me twisted, huh, spaghetti
Livin' your life, little twisted
Ball on the beat and I feel like the Pistons, yeah
I remember back in kindergarten
when we was in the play structures kissin
Don't get me started, girl, you're hissin
I know that was something you was missin
Then a couple years go by
Now I'm getting food from you in the kitchen
I'm goofin' around, I don't listen
March on the beat like I'm army enlisted, uh
I was a troublemaker, I would find my way
Into places that's restricted
Wasn't supposed to be here, I didn't care
Do crazy shit like it is truth or dare
Everybody would look at me real weird
I got good eyes, I got good hair
With you in my arms, I just felt real safe
We're going out to Jamaica
You're pretty without the makeup
Without you, I am shaken
I'm broken, give me another chance
Where is my token
Controlling my mind just like a trojan
Third eye on your face, you're awoken
My heart haven't spoken
Before I could, it was broken
My heart's always stolen
I'm lost in a deep ocean
ay, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Written by: Chris M Samuel
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