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Yatta Bandz
Close Range
1097
Hip-Hop/Rap
Close Range foi lançado em 25 de julho de 2025 por Yatta Bandz / EMPIRE como parte do álbum Close Range - Single
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ÁlbumClose Range - Single
Data de lançamento25 de julho de 2025
EditoraYatta Bandz / EMPIRE
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM94

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yatta Bandz
Yatta Bandz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Fudge
Kenyatta Fudge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
One nobuddy
One nobuddy
Producer
Blap Dre
Blap Dre
Mixing Engineer

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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