album cover
#barcode
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór #barcode został wydany 29 maja 2026 przez 2175579 Records DK2 jako część albumu lovekills
album cover
Data wydania29 maja 2026
Wytwórnia2175579 Records DK2
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM84

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skyte
Skyte
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Charles McEachern
Cameron Charles McEachern
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mortdejay
mortdejay
Producer

Tekst Utworu

You not real (Woo-woo)
Know you not real (Woo-woo)
Know you not (Woo-woo)
Let me talk my shit real quick (Woo-woo)
Yeah, I know you not real, I could tell from the start
I got scars on my skin and a hole in my heart
Miss my dog, where you been? Ain't no way we grew apart
I said, "Free my twin," they still got 'em locked behind them bars, though
B-bitch ask 'bout my past, where the fuck I start?
M-man this shit sad, big bags, don't even bring me spark
A-ain't no chit-chat, hit me if you wan' know what I charge
**** switchin' up, it ain't surprising, seen it from afar, though
Walkin' with my eyes open wide, can't let no one slide
Overtime, I been puttin' in work, I keep my heart closed
All these hoes sluttin' on my life, I don't wanna wife
Read between the lines, I scan the bitch just like a barcode
Why you tryna hide 'em?
Go 'head, let yo' flaws show
I do good in silence
I don't wanna talk, no
She copin' with slicin'
I'm copin' with narcos
Money what I'm likin'
But I'm not Well Fargo
I don't need ya pity fuckin' up the city
Got two bitches with me, both of 'em poppin' titties
I get dizzy lookin' at 'em (Damn)
Let a **** step to me, I bet I cook a random (Blam)
I pop out, my fit all flee, bitch, I don't do no plannin' (Ew)
She said she just lovin' me, I'm like, "Bitch, who you scammin'?" (Ew)
Glock 19 is PB color, it don't do no jammin' (Yeah)
**** comments go right under me, they do no damage (Nice)
I feel empty inside, eatin' steak and salmon (Rice)
Get yo' bitch and I fill her 'cause my life so canon (Yo)
Yo' accomplishments is slightly average, not outstanding
I got cuts and wounds on my body, fuck a bandage
**** see me, what they do? They don't say nothin' or they panic
She want me to be her dude, but I'm really no romantic (Ah, yeah)
I'm tryna find out what she want me for, "Bitch, what's your antics?"
She call me "papi" and then "mi amor," I don't know Spanish (Yeah, yeah)
I'm so high, if I jump and I hit the floor, I might not land it
I'm talkin' 'bout so high, if I jump, I might just take some fall damage
Man, my life like a show, but every episode is manic
She said she want me to open up, I could never show her love
Hole inside me large enough for someone to stand in
They like, "Skyte, how do you manage?" Bitch, I don't know how I manage
'Cause the pain I carry deep as fuck, pacific or Atlantic
I wake up and realize that I ain't die yet, damn it
Let me talk my shit real quick
Yeah, I know you not real, I could tell from the start
I got scars on my skin and a hole in my heart
Miss my dog, where you been? Ain't no way we grew apart
I said, "Free my twin," they still got 'em locked behind them bars, though
B-bitch ask 'bout my past, where the fuck I start?
M-man this shit sad, big bags, don't even bring me spark
A-ain't no chit-chat, hit me if you wan' know what I charge
**** switchin' up, it ain't surprising, seen it from afar, though
Walkin' with my eyes open wide, can't let no one slide
Overtime, I been puttin' in work, I keep my heart closed
All these hoes sluttin' on my life, I don't wanna wife
Read between the lines, I scan the bitch just like a barcode
Why you tryna hide 'em?
Go 'head, let yo' flaws show
I do good in silence
I don't wanna talk, no
She copin' with slicin'
I'm copin' with narcos
Money what I'm likin'
But I'm not Well Fargo
Written by: Cameron Charles McEachern
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...