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Hip-Hop/Rap

Converted foi lançado em 22 de agosto de 2025 por DESERTBOYS como parte do álbum Iconoclast

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ÁlbumIconoclast

Data de lançamento22 de agosto de 2025

SeloDESERTBOYS

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM70

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

YCK

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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

YCK

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

YCK

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Letra

It’s fine, I don’t mind cause the way I’m guessing

There ain’t much that here for the gene expression

Why reproduce and bring in this world

Someone that ain’t asked our nature? It’s neural

I am no example of self-control

Need to get a handle, I cannot fold

When my pride’s so big, I disregard advice

Then Imma lose the race at this starting line

Am I really one in what I do or had I settled

From the moment I was born? I feel it’s only detrimental

It’s the designer, I got no affinity

For and I’m marking, fuck out the vicinity

Drop a barrage, I’m a myth and mirage

It’s a helpless endeavor, get out the garage

Waving goodbye to the board and the syndicate

As I reflect, I admit that I sinned a bit

Hostile adversity, well it’s eternal

Losing the patience and filling up journals

Keeping serene so I won’t be provoked

Taken searching for something, some anger to stoke

If you had the nerve to vanquish me of any apprehension

Then you’d alter all this anguish, turned beyond my comprehension

Wield the keys and sanctify, I do declare what you defy

Struck down those deserted, I will not be converted

No more luster when you’ve grown accustomed

To the circle you have, can you even trust em?

Selling what is sacred, you intend to make the rent

And when is it reciprocated, put in maybe ten percent

Overblown, it’s so overdone

But they could raise awareness as the sober ones

I’ve been owed my dues with the rope I choose

I don’t gotta fret about it when I know I’ll lose

Claim they’re activists, what they’re lacking it’s

Made up with an unremitting adamance

You are the fool in a bigot’s parade

You’re the believer that’s sitting in place

Might be depressed like I’m never exuberant

Maybe too mellow, involve the computer in

Everything we’ve been progressing, but fuck it

In costing the comfort we’ve needed, we wrung it

Noted supposed and rightly ostensible

Traits you’re projecting are too indefensible

Imma be the arbiter and save these links

Imma need a pardon to conduct each king

If you had the nerve to vanquish me of any apprehension

Then you’d alter all this anguish, turned beyond my comprehension

Wield the keys and sanctify, I do declare what you defy

Struck down those deserted, I will not be converted

Written by: YCK

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