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EVERYBODY EATS
86
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór EVERYBODY EATS został wydany 30 stycznia 2026 przez MNRK Records LP jako część albumu STUDIO 54
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Data wydania30 stycznia 2026
WytwórniaMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM77

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zahir Myles
Zahir Myles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dilla
Dilla
Mixing Engineer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Mastering Engineer
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Producer
Wessgonemad
Wessgonemad
Producer
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Producer
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags (Bags)
I done lost triple what **** had (Triple)
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage (Yeah)
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven (Uh)
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Verse 1]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
****'s opinion nothin', he scared to try, I try harder, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', damn
'Raq baby, everything a go, I don't stop and I ain't pausing, aye
I ain't for none of that small talk, they askin', I can't call it
Waist Deep Tyrese, I end feuds and hit targets
Way too rich for arguments, you can tell it by my posture
Thank God I'm made me, I make commas, he make nada, ****
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags
I done lost triple what **** had
These **** had
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad (Aye)
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Outro]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', aye
Written by: Zahir Myles
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