Endlessly – Formalities: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Endlessly

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Endlessly został wydany 20 lutego 2022 przez Formalities jako część albumu Devoid

Szczegóły utworu

Data wydania20 lutego 2022

WytwórniaFormalities

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM84

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Formalities

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Formalities

Songwriter

Jackson Aye

Composer

Tekst Utworu

I'll be part of the brotherhood till I'm gone

Work together, how we do it, don't care if it's right or wrong

If he's causing crime, keep it on the low, avoid the time

If he's caught, bust the van, or I'll cop nicks and dimes

If you kill for me, then we're bound, blood together

If you tell on me, I'll leave you pained forever

Painted with the lever

Endlessly endeavor

Mamacita calls me clever

Pound her like I do you, with a hammer

There will be no witnesses

Let me paint the images

No need for use of synonyms

When I say your a goner

Clip in the gun, make you spit

Blood, freshly hot, like a sauna

Drip on ya

Drip drop, from the top of chain

Handcuffed to the game,

they been screaming my name

Ain't playing, when the iron's inflamed

I burn my name in your mind,

when I toy with the rhymes

I play to outlast all of em,

and em reversed

Is similar to me beating,

everlast for free.

Cause I don't spend my cheese,

I let it and grow green like the CDC

Warning me, about spores,

sounds like there's deeper lore

Hidden under floorboards

Like a body

Seeping blood,

washing twice a day to expedite the rug

Cause if it turns infected,

exorcist with the power of the sun

It turns purply then your done,

black mold killed yo son

If you could walk into the building

And detect the weight in the air

Why'd you stop to breath it in

Monoxide is caving in

Lungs collapsing in,

just remove another rib

Sell it to a bbq parlor,

and tally up your sins

Selling bodies more than prostitutes,

in alleyways again?

Thought I told you that to win,

you need to stop drinking that gin

And blacking out in another murder

Waking to a headless herder

Sheep surrounding, flock up man

Glock in hand, killing veal, rest in vain

If you just stood in your lane

Then you wouldn't get hit my the semi truck

Semi bust

I understand you a man made of lust

Can't go two days without a bustin a nut

After cheating on your third girl this week

What the fuck?

Don't even gotta pay me to get up ass cut

Stuck in a rut I'm not,

in the bunker playin Baseball

Richocheting off the walls so much,

it rips yo face off

Leather face is asking me for tips

on how to take it off

I misunderstood,

and shoved his ass into a open flame

Molotov, burning with the smell with vodka

The knock of,

the front door makes start to walk it

Off and sober,

so I can open the door with a crowbar

6 feet apart, cause if I'm closer,

cough and crumple it's over

The mailman came to give me some incredible news

I'm gonna be a father!

Who's the lucky girl

Actually I'm the girl and he's the man,

cut my dick off,

and then he fucked me im the opening man

Yo what the fuck,

I slam the door on his dick,

oh wait it's not there

He pushed through the door and let's his Tom Macdonald long hair

Loose

And began to swing it around

Stuck inside his cyclone,

he's just tearing it down

Inside the wall, to my left

Is an AK, with incendiary flames

Cock it pop it, drop the man of mail

Transgender fail

Like he followed a TikTok on how to fix himself

And now I am covered in the fluids of the mailman

Grab the drip pan to catch all of his entrails and

Use em to create a vial potion of eternal

Feed it to you, making your endless pain infernal

Written by: Formalities, Jackson Aye

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