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Split-Screen
2.297
Alternative Rap
Split-Screen foi lançado em 21 de julho de 2023 por Paris Texas LLC como parte do álbum MID AIR
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ÁlbumMID AIR
Data de lançamento21 de julho de 2023
SeloParis Texas LLC
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM67

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Felix
Felix
Vocais
Louie Pastel
Louie Pastel
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dilip Venkatesh
Dilip Venkatesh
Composição
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Composição
Adrian Waller
Adrian Waller
Composição
Olawale Onayemi
Olawale Onayemi
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Paris Texas
Paris Texas
Produção
Dilip
Dilip
Produção

Letra

[Chorus]
We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my ****, we lettin' this **** shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?
[Verse 1]
In school I was made fun of
For the way I talk my grammar
I'm Afrikan, like Bambaattaa
Bet they all love hearin' me now
Bet them same ones lovin' our sound
Stayin' at home was a problem
I was playin' games, runnin' thru albums
Meanwhile, my grades would suffer
Did that shit for a whole summer
Know my parents thought that was a bummer
And I might catch Salmonella
All this chicken that I touch, ooh, raw
And some women that I fucked, too raw
**** wanna play a game, I saw
Now it's blood all over these walls
In my past life I was a Otter
Way I backstroke in that water
Overseas "Hey pardon, my manners"
This shit magic, part of my mana
The swag, they steal like armor
Got blues around my collar
But I still feel I gotta work harder
[Chorus]
We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my ****, we lettin' this **** shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?
[Verse 2]
Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I fucked up my kidney
You talkin' that bullshit, my ****, my ****, you cannot get rid me
I cannot fuck with them **** no more, them **** is iffy
I do not fuck with one hundred no more, better keep it one fifty
I had no roof over my head, don't believe in ceilings
Had to plot in silence, **** couldn't hear this villain
Walked up in the building, had one hand up on my phallus
Walked up in the building, treat this bitch like it's my palace
Better come near me with good intentions, not no malice
Trust me, I know **** that bang harder than a mallet
Gave my bitch some shrooms and now she startin' to feel like Alice
Trippin' on me easy just because she think I'm valid
[Chorus]
We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon' fold under pressure, lil' boy, when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my ****, we lettin' this **** shit out
Why would I hear any back talk when I got my dick in her mouth?
Written by: Dilip Venkatesh, Paris Texas, Romil Hemnani
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