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Interlude
5.231
Hip-Hop/Rap
Interlude foi lançado em 23 de junho de 2017 por Epic/We The Best como parte do álbum Grateful
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ÁlbumGrateful
Data de lançamento23 de junho de 2017
SeloEpic/We The Best
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM78

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Belly
Belly
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composição
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Composição
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Composição
Clay McMurray
Clay McMurray
Composição
John Glover
John Glover
Composição
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Composição
Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Produção
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Produção
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Engenharia (gravação)
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Engenharia (mixagem)
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Engenharia (masterização)
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Straight out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans, with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember being my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil, it's over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood boils
The spoils of war used to take the drugs out the foil
Man, these arms can't reach you
AR's won't recoil, goddamn
[Verse 2]
I might marry and heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage, baby
Let's go disappearing and just perish
Thirty carats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My chariot is McLaren
It's all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting
Haha, fuck it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
[Verse 3]
Final warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning, you'll awake and await morning
We earn it then we burn it to ash, I call it urn money
My dog caught forty before he turned twenty
Money is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakesh, all my kush is American
Man, I feel like a therapist
Pistol on me like Maravich
I'm careless, I'm so perilous
With all this arrogance, goddamn
[Verse 4]
Money, hoes, there's something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy land
Back when I was holding grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy land
My father never was a holy man
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, C. McMurray, DJ Khaled, J. Glover, Nicholas M. Warwar, P. Sawyer, Tarik Azzouz
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