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Killshot
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Killshot foi lançado em 26 de fevereiro de 2021 por Parlophone UK como parte do álbum Sad Night Dynamite
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Data de lançamento26 de fevereiro de 2021
SeloParlophone UK
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM89

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Interpretação
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Vocais, Programação
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Programação, Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Composição
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Produção, Engenharia (mixagem)
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 2]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 3]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
[Verse 4]
Running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home, getting home
[Verse 5]
So running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home
[Verse 6]
So go
How you making love if you're her dad?
Nothing's evеr been here in the sand
Now I'm gеtting higher than the band
[Verse 7]
I could get a killshot running
Played with your food for the last three summers
Kicked off the roof tryna aim like gunners
Popped off a few on the hillside
[Verse 8]
Coughed up a rock in my throat so hard
Throwing up blood all over the yard
Running round shooting my guns like I'm over paid
[Verse 9]
Fuck it, girl, you can't be fucking saved
Now he fucking knows about it
[Verse 10]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 11]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
Written by: Archie Blagden, Josh Greacen
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