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Deceiver
Hip-Hop
Utwór Deceiver został wydany 8 października 2021 przez Invisible Library jako część albumu Grapes
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AlbumGrapes
Data wydania8 października 2021
WytwórniaInvisible Library
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM100

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spoken Nerd
Spoken Nerd
Performer
Juan Cosby
Juan Cosby
Performer
Nathan Conrad
Nathan Conrad
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Conrad
Nathan Conrad
Songwriter
Nick Mitchell
Nick Mitchell
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Deceiver
 written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell
 Just a couple more days 
 I don't want to wake up to this 
 Spent too many hours in the power of Mondays
 Another manic episode of negative energy
 Big picture focus but you drain from the centerpiece 
 Maintain better safe guards in the realm of protection
 door to door like Mormons trying to sell you a question
 Roger Coreman Fantastic Fake Four the convention
 heart on top of scores just to make a connection 
 Listen.  My price is low like I'm rolling in from Bentonville.
 Your slice is cold pizza I've got a better deal
 My vice alone is stone lo and behold the reels that spin inside the feeling 
 that I get when my guts are spilling
 A lot of time off the grind feeling unfulfillment
 Casting pearls amongst swine surprised when they don't feel it
 Wishing I could find a better stone to make a deal with 
 then maybe a could finally buy a home to make a meal in
 You try to practice it's immaculate
 it's not bad for me
 I live inside this whole things actual you'll never find me
 all of this rubbish under unintended functions complete 
 I sort of want to figure out which moment I was deceived
 You know what the tone is
 You completed that totem pole 
 with a swollen blow
 Like this is not how it's supposed to go 
 But this is not how we compose a show 
 and try to pose as pros with a roll of gold 
 and a note of pain
 So stern when we sold the game 
 Parker Brothers we as cold as Maine
 Iceberg on that nice Murder
 and I ice 9 on that ice burger
 I slice ice on that fine merger
 My knife slice is like fine surgeons
 It's a fine time to be kind of earthy
 my rhyme science is kind of nerdy
 Me and nick is like Bert and Ernie 
 2 sticks of butter we get to churning
 I widdle after thoughts down to pass them off
 That's a matter of fact I pass the ball
 First to get picked after basketball
 I've got skills but I have not mastered all
 Last in a pitiful cast to be somebody's sad
 That's just a part of my act
 A fad unattached 
 Slash tire fire alas
 I can't summon that Black Mass
 the martyr's surpassed the tax rattled me fast 
 before the last laugh
 That's a matter of Dad jokes and bad facts
 Brass blast the hit of that jazz note and sax stab through the aftermath
 and all I ever wanted was to take a bubble bath
 To forget my troubled past and take a hit of that mumble gas
 Still the last farmer but my appetite is lumberjack
Written by: Nathan Conrad, Nick Mitchell
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