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Post Rap

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Post Rap foi lançado em 29 de julho de 2022 por Epidemic Sound como parte do álbum Epidemic Presents: Crates (Sakura Edition)

Informações da música

ÁlbumEpidemic Presents: Crates (Sakura Edition)

Data de lançamento29 de julho de 2022

SeloEpidemic Sound

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM75

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

ISO Indies

Interpretação

Pandaraps

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

John Hotchkiss

Composição, Letra

Gabriel Millman

Gabriel Millman

Composição, Letra

Dillon Heera

Composição, Letra

Anthony Lobban

Composição, Letra

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Gabriel Millman

Gabriel Millman

Produção

Gustaf Isaacson

Gustaf Isaacson

Produção

Quentin Mulligan

Quentin Mulligan

Produção

James Cano

Produção

Letra

Yeah

I'd just rather be alone in my zone writin' poems

When I get in, I'll take a shower, read a book and feel empowered

Smokin' on that sour, got me countin' down the hours

Thinkin' off all the shit that they could do but won't allow us

Then I realized they all some fuckin' cowards

The world is ours

Me and my brother twin like the Towers

And we want it now, never later, no more favors

Done with all these traitors who be haters on the low

They just hate to see you grow

So I'd just rather be alone in my zone writin' poems

'Cause I'm never on the road

And I'd rather stay at home and life been movin' fast lately

Tryna get a grasp and every day I'm mad lately

Never let it drive me crazy, do this for my old lady, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"

We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)

So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips

And thank God for our chance to breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)

They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"

We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)

So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips

And thank God for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in

See, ain't shit changed? But a buncha people feel us

Reachin' for the top, and, nah, I ain't no ceilings

Pour me up a cup or two so it could stop the bleedin'

Roll me up a spliff or two and now, I'm hella weeded

'Cause I'm feelin' like I want it but I don't know if I need it

Took a few L's, but a **** undefeated

Same shit, different day, why this so repeated?

If we don't talk no more, it's probably 'cause I felt mistreated

Bad enough I don't hear excuses, trust me, you could keep it

Saw it comin' from a mile away once I peeped it

Caught up in that drama, Mama, I don't get between it

They be tryna turn it on you, damn, they really tweakin'

We broke, but we wealthy in ability and hopes fits

Bitch, no, we only need the broke-rich

We only overage, overseein' all the dope shit

Killin' these, cast with they facilities flushed down the drain

Leanin' through all eight lives, 'til that become they centerpiece

Unfold and be a masterpiece, at half of all our facalties

We actually dope, you just don't know that half a week (Half a week, half a week)

We actually dope, you just don't know that half a week

Half a week, half a week, half a week, half a week

They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"

We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)

So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips

And thank God for our chance to breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)

They told us, "Stay quiet; better close your lips"

We never thought we'd get our chance to speak (Speak, speak, speak)

So we just stay grindin', tryna hold our chips

And thank God for our chance to breathe, so let us breathe in

Written by: Anthony Lobban, Dillon Heera, Gabriel Millman, John Hotchkiss

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