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Captivated
273
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Captivated został wydany 17 kwietnia 2024 przez Ville City Records jako część albumu Captivated - Single
album cover
Data wydania17 kwietnia 2024
WytwórniaVille City Records
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM72

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Johnson
Jacob Johnson
Songwriter
Marshall May
Marshall May
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Black suit, mob ties, can't negotiate
Not with them red lines, dead eyes, this is my domain
Got your brain fried, head high, caught a different strain
Fall by the bayside, nosedive, hollow be thy grave
Focus in, now take the throne
Any land I make it home
Talking to the devil
While I let that fucking liquor flow
Still ain't found a way to cope
Vision turned kaleidoscope
She say I'm a demon
So I tell her I'm the fucking goat
Triple moon ingrained in stone
Maiden mother and the crone
She been captivated by my presence since I made it known
In the dark but not alone
Speakers blaring basses, boom
Watch them burnin' sage while I'm bouncing around his fucking tomb
Peeking through the future, I can count up every dollar
Separate the pain of the struggle with the commas
Vices ain't the only thing that's gripping at your wallet
Go ahead and pull that trigger, I ain't gon' be bothered
Black suit, mob ties, can't negotiate
Not with them red lines, dead eyes, this is my domain
Got your brain fried, head high, caught a different strain
Fall by the bayside, nosedive, hollow be thy grave
Nothing feels better than a hundred dollar dancer
Say her name is Jade, now that's a diamond on me dancing
Love to hit the slopes with them bitches in Atlanta
Now she getting driven by a chauffeur in a Phantom
Obsessing with the finer things, supercars and diamond rings
She been captivated by the life of the Kardashians
Never fear if she alone, smoke until the feelings gone
Envy is a flower and she has just now began to bloom
Peeking through the future, I can count up every dollar
Separate the pain of the struggle with the commas
Vices ain't the only thing that's gripping at your wallet
Go ahead and pull that trigger, I ain't gon' be bothered
Black suit, mob ties, can't negotiate
Not with them red lines, dead eyes, this is my domain
Got your brain fried, head high, caught a different strain
Fall by the bayside, nosedive, hollow be thy grave
Written by: Jacob Johnson, Marshall May
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