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Close Range

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Close Range foi lançado em 25 de julho de 2025 por Yatta Bandz / EMPIRE como parte do álbum Close Range - Single

Informações da música

ÁlbumClose Range - Single

Data de lançamento25 de julho de 2025

SeloYatta Bandz / EMPIRE

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM94

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Yatta Bandz

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Kenyatta Fudge

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

One nobuddy

Produção

Blap Dre

Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Uh, remember nights sleeping on pallets, on top of the rug

Or waking up to make the couch to go hop on the bus

I hated school I wanted money respect and the love

Only thing I learned from a test, I want all of the above

I know that you're fed up and it's hurtin'

I know stomaching the pain got you turnin'

I rather be broken than be a burden

I stitched up my own heart, fuck a surgeon

Open heart surgery, done turned into a burglary

I think everybody full of shit, ain't got no courtesy

I flush 'em out, movin' like a rat and he got flushed away

Life gave me lemons but not no sugar for my lemonade

Bittersweet dreams as a adolescent teen

Tryna have it all figured out at 17

Drug through the mud but still kept my name clean

Let 'em say whatever it don't mean a thing

I say, "Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, I'ma do my own thang"

What I look like worryin' 'bout you? I got my own pain

Love me until its ugly I feel it's so strange

Only way to stab me in my back is from close range, uh

Maybe too close, tryna play me out like I was sweet, I cut the glucose

Easy, said she need me but moving greazy

Sickenin' you was my type 2 like diabetes

Sorry I don't say a lot, I'm really not a talker

Only one bitch that hurt me most and it was karma

Thunder outside and it couldn't get any darker

But we still make the money surge like Ibaka

Ten toes down on the ground and still floatin'

I just sparked up one and still rollin'

Water underneath the bridge for those trollin'

Type of shit that make me feel chosen

Cause I was having bittersweet dreams as a adolescent teen

Tryna have it all figured out at 17

Drug through the mud but still kept my name clean

Let 'em say whatever it don't mean a thing

I say, "Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, you can do your own thang"

What you look like worryin' 'bout them? You got your own pain

Love you until its fuck you I know it's so strange

Only way to stab you in yo' back is from close range, uh

Written by: Kenyatta Fudge

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