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Missing
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Missing został wydany 3 kwietnia 2024 przez 6020976 Records DK jako część albumu Missing - Single
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Data wydania3 kwietnia 2024
Wytwórnia6020976 Records DK
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM120

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris M Samuel
Chris M Samuel
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

(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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