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Backlash
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Pop
Backlash foi lançado em 30 de setembro de 2022 por Ramiro como parte do álbum Backlash - Single
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Data de lançamento30 de setembro de 2022
EditoraRamiro
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM83

Créditos

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramiro Joseph Wray
Ramiro Joseph Wray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cian Treacy
Cian Treacy
Producer

Letra

I made some choices for myself and I got backlash
I like to smoke, I can't help it, you don't like that
And like I'm Sosa, I'ma tell you I don't like that
Fuck that, that's enough of that
Oh, you love sick?
Upset?
Our romance trippin' at the sunset
And when I was down, you got up and left
But, I mean, I could care less
And now you're startin' to say less
Used to shop at Payless, now I'm gettin' paychecks
I don’t need attention, hoe
You tryna make it difficult
Money on me seven-fold
Ain’t heard no one who comin' close?
When I pop out, it feels like I just did a meet and greet
We on lockdown, I ain’t finna leave unless you leave
I'ma pop up when you need me
My neck is cold, anemic
He tried to ride the wave but he got seasick
And his shorty fuckin' with me when she see this
Man, I know some shit, you won’t believe, yeah
(Ayy) Blowin' hella loud with my seat back
I know you tryna help, but I don’t see that
I wanna be by myself with my feet up
Kick shit like FIFA
We got giant blunts like fe-fi-fo
I hate it when they tell me shit I already know
And I be drivin' too fast, I hate to go slow
And she just tryna bone, stop hittin' up my phone
I been gone way too long
I never knew that I would make it this far
Trial after trial, man, this shit is taking too long
And night and day with you, it’s something like an equinox
And I don’t even drink but I’m about to take a shot
Oh, you love sick?
Upset?
Our romance trippin' at the sunset
And when I was down, you got up and left
But, I mean, I could care less
And now you're startin' to say less
Used to shop at Payless, now I'm gettin' paychecks
I don’t need attention, hoe
You tryna make it difficult
Money on me seven-fold
Ain’t heard no one who comin' close?
When I pop out, it feels like I just did a meet and greet
We on lockdown, I ain’t finna leave unless you leave
I'ma pop up when you need me
My neck is cold, anemic
He tried to ride the wave but he got seasick
And his shorty fuckin' with me when she see this
Man, I know some shit, you won’t believe, yeah
Written by: Ramiro Joseph Wray
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