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Kronos
Underground Rap
Kronos foi lançado em 3 de abril de 2023 por Ronin Halloway como parte do álbum Growing Pains
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Data de lançamento3 de abril de 2023
SeloRonin Halloway
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM73

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ronin Halloway
Ronin Halloway
Interpretação
SmokeFace
SmokeFace
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Gregory Lenzo
Gregory Lenzo
Letra

Letra

Slide into my younger shoes when I hit the bus stop
Ain’t no telling what my tongue will do if I see your face, you don’t want that
I’m a bona fide fire sign, whole lotta smoke, no gunshot
You a apricot, Crimeapple done said it too, you a kumquat
Come quietly when I bid you come
There are lilies here, and chrysanthemums
I might beat you blue til my hands are numb
So just mind you don’t choose what I become
Loose ends beget severed ties, my frayed thoughts fly like the crow
Afraid yes, vain, have I not entertained you? Blame Russel Crowe
Blame it on Hov
Ageless, I hold pages I fold, raised without hope
Naked and choked- Aching, I stoke blaze in my soul
Praise and behold!
Gross and grandiose, little Ro thought he’d make it big with his flow
But the only place Big is at is my headphones- book me a show
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna take this cup, I’m so scared
I used to claim that I don’t give a fuck
But that was when I still had hair
Mischievous flair, UH I’m low-key Loki
Dance the Hokey Pokey
Okie dokie-
Dosi-do the edge, oh yes
I’m hoping that I fucking fall
I’m joking…where’s the adderall
It’s OV, I’m so OP blow me
Killing these motherfuckers very slowly
Drain em dry
Lift up a curse again and stain the sky
Unholy time, this pain of mine
Will suck me clean, then lay beside
Silent, silent, silent
Every breath is pure release
Kindly, kindly, kindly bless us
Play us Fur Elise
Sleep out on the lawn and let the morning kiss your cheek with drops of dew
The sound of highway traffic hums us into peace
Countless Jeeps and Hondas
Lover Boys, and Sons of Donda
Crowds of beggars mourn the Mamba
While the princes fluff their sheets
Zuckerberg fiefdom- dissent, and to jail they will go
My story didn’t reach them- it’s myself that I’m failing to show
Frail in my bones, no backspine- will I ever grow teeth or claws
In a parking lot I can crack time into two pieces and speak to God
Kronos indeed my father’s ways- spare the child release the rod
Focus my steed with flaming breath, I will speed through this violent fog
Innocent palms, unorthodox- choke on my laughter, fear my smile
Ever the one to express, I reveal, I’m weird and wild
Clear my style, glory be, to Valhalla I steer the dial
Hear my files, pour my speech into glass
And revere the vial
Written by: Gregory Lenzo
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