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Fall
168
Hip-Hop
Fall foi lançado em 17 de janeiro de 2020 por E.47 Records como parte do álbum 2nd U, Pt. 1
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Data de lançamento17 de janeiro de 2020
SeloE.47 Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM93

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
THe LYONZ
THe LYONZ
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Anthony Salvo
Anthony Salvo
Composição
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Anthony Salvo
Anthony Salvo
Produção
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Terrell McLeod Richardson
Produção

Letra

Let us leave, utilize more time to achieve,
don’t deceive the clusters that will halt us when we breathe,
from the facts, we tell ourselves it’s gonna be okay
flipped across the green line just to stumble like the pray,
when I don’t know what to say, seeing rubies textures touching on me layered down to lace, all the skin is on me.
Sex.
Footprints carry on from the ultra sound,
high voltage on these lights shadow what’s around,
stomach’s sinking to the ground underneath my toes,
flashes on the beach under fast Willow’s crows, Mother Nature still blows.
Navi cruising through the city life, SLV arriving home it’s safe to put away the knife, and the back burn from motions I brought upon my self,
yeah the target still locked even when I was in stealth.
Black drip, tar felt, sprained wrist, wish less, **** got plenty dirty dishes, clean up, revive, eat good, drink wine.
Then the cycle spin like the shape of this 1992 dime,
is it crime that listening to mine may destroy your mind
in the span of no time?
Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that groom Kenny, no you don’t let me, but I will soon belly. Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that room Kenny, no you don’t let me but I gotta let it go.
Joliette, one of the finest yet,
every second, every breath got you checking for the jet. A new chapter, after hours in Kyoto,
some shit you never know though,
the calming of this wind blow.
The paper backs, escaping the marks we been at, drawing lines on big maps, they still just eating big macs. It ain’t about the style, I tell em’ it’s about the mind.
They say I look like... I said nah I’m doing mine.
And plus I’m doing fine, shadow growing in the sunrise, the paradox of spots in my eyes has made the sun cry.
For the young kid who still gets stuck within the dirt, with dry blood stains that just be aging on his shirt. She grabs my hands, we drift into another realm,
a fine rose colour got my mind about to melt.
I’m gazing deep, the melody has hit the peek,
the wings on her back are made to purify me but I...
Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that room Kenny, no you don’t let me, but I will soon belly. Caused too many, dropped too many, killed too many, built room plenty. Heart’s boom heavy, that groom Kenny, no you don’t let me but I gotta let it go.
Written by: Anthony Salvo, Terrell McLeod Richardson
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