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Detached
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Detached został wydany 1 grudnia 2023 przez SOLIDBOY Records jako część albumu Detached - Single
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Data wydania1 grudnia 2023
WytwórniaSOLIDBOY Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM94

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tajh Donaldson
Tajh Donaldson
Songwriter
Cahvon Laquese Campbell
Cahvon Laquese Campbell
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Yeah, today is a gift, that's why it's the present
The past don' passed already so keep stepping
The rest of my days, no more fucks to give
And man without death I lost the will to live
If you care, you worried
You stressed, you gon' die sooner
Believe what you wanna believe, mothafuck a rumor
And I don't trust a soul, your own shadow will leave you in the dark
True facts, the biggest liar used to be my heart
Good thing 'bout pain is you can choose not to feel it
One shot, taking aim, bitch you know I'm 'bout to kill it
I stopped using feelings and used my mind to thrive
You gotta become detached in order to survive
Rear-end crash, I'm tryna hit it from behind
Then evade the crime
Her dental record clean, I'm tryna renovate her mind
Reservation please, she finna eat this dick at nine
I'm from a different breed, you can't eliminate my kind
Burned me third degree but shit I ease it through the rhymes
He gifted with the lines
It's lit when I arrive
Come equipped or die trying
Call it quits or shots fired
Who this bitch? She not mine
Hold on, pronto, I'ma need that bag
Boy, you bet not have your eyes closed when you blow that strap
I hit that bitch and make her eyes roll, baby bring it back
I'll make my way to Oslo they say they got them racks
They see me and they relapse, on aves, I'm cooked crack
The liquor store, the gas station, or the laundromat
And all the fake love, I ain't feeling, I went numb on 'em
Watch me turn this twenty to whole fucking dub on 'em
Thought she was the one, she pulled the rug on me
Aye, what game you tryna run on me?
We in Ocean Prime, make your bitch grab the crumbs off me
Smart guy, grab the brain, going dumb on it
He hard to catch, grab the track, then he run on it
Dodging bullets 'cuz I'm running from the police
And now you gotta keep a piece 'cuz it ain't no peace
Fornicate in between the sheets, I need my release
In a suite with TLC, we watching out for the creeps
Yeah, today is a gift, that's why it's the present
The past don' passed already so keep stepping
The rest of my days, no more fucks to give
And man without death I lost the will to live
If you care, you worried
You stressed, you gon' die sooner
Believe what you wanna believe, mothafuck a rumor
And I don't trust a soul, your own shadow will leave you in the dark
True facts, the biggest liar used to be my heart
Good thing 'bout pain is you can choose not to feel it
One shot, taking aim, bitch you know I'm 'bout to kill it
I stopped using feelings and used my mind to thrive
You gotta become detached in order to survive
Written by: Cahvon Laquese Campbell, Tajh Donaldson
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