Float — BBGuns, Eliy Orcko, q no rap name, Mel-T & Cain Canary: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

BBGuns, Eliy Orcko, q no rap name, Mel-T & Cain Canary

Float

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Float foi lançado em 16 de janeiro de 2026 por U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art como parte do álbum Rust Belt

Informações da música

ÁlbumRust Belt

Data de lançamento16 de janeiro de 2026

SeloU Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art

LanguageEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM129

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Joel Edward Carter

Joel Edward Carter

Rap

Joey Troupe

Violão

JP Pitt

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Composição

Justin Scott Pitkavish

Justin Scott Pitkavish

Composição

Joel Edward Carter

Joel Edward Carter

Composição

Dan Keech

Composição

Zachary Cain

Composição

Joey Troupe

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

q no rap name

Produção

JP Pitt

Engenharia (mixagem)

Matt Very

Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

Sometimes I want to climb out my open window

But I can't recall if I learned to fly

I miss when everything was so simple

Would I take back everything in my life

Let my soul float

Hey, Hey, Yeah

Float

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

I only came here to claim my winnings

Well, after this I'm going home

Another day that isn't different

What stays the same is what I know

So I let my soul float

Hey, Hey, Yeah

Float

A falling bomb is a calling card

A smiley face in a holocaust

I saw the skeleton of my friend

Came down from the mountaintop

I don't know but they sure shout a lot

At least there's comfort in the end

I can hear the snap, crackle, pop

Like pop rocks and the soda pop

The sounds I hear when I go to bed

But now the flames are raining down

There's nobody to save me now

Maybe it's for the best if I end up dead

Hopped off the porch now I'm back on the wagon, my ass is still dragging from riding all night

Carrying trauma I wouldn't wish on you, put kush in a Palma to lighten the strife

Tryna keep balanced like riding a bike, but my life ain't ever had training wheels

Scrapes and scars made us who we are but whys everyday feels like training still? hmm?

Gun on my hip, shoot at these devils then give 'em the slip, hmm

Feeling hopeless as shit, they bombing our homes for show then dip, hmm

That's the coldest of shit like mammoth droppings in the permafrost

The punk motherfuckers that's hunting my brothers the same ones that wear hoods to burn a cross

I'm Googling how much a burner costs and copping some boxes of ammo

This life ain't a beach but there's shells on the ground, see blood on the leaves and the sand though

Fuck their peace, choose violence. They pluck the strings like violins

Loud and proud for killers and clowns but when shit goes down they silent

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

Read em' and weep, reap what you sow

If it ain't even we leave it alone

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

That's from the heart deep in the soul

Never go under we keep it a float

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

Read em' and weep, reap what you sow

If it ain't even we leave it alone

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

That's from the heart deep in the soul

Never go under we keep it a float

Written by: Dan Keech, Eliy Orcko, Joel Edward Carter, Joey Troupe, Justin Scott Pitkavish, Zachary Cain

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