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Barbell
2,585
Hip-Hop/Rap
Barbell was released on December 9, 2016 by Columbia as a part of the album Fireplace: TheNotTheOtherSide
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Release DateDecember 9, 2016
LabelColumbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Lyrics

You should let life
Life... have it's wayward
You should let the world
Have nothing
You want to have a heart to heart ****?
They told me to play it smart ****
I'ma tear it up and rip shit apart ****
Hey, I'ma play my part ****
I'ma go bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar ****, yeah
You want to have a heart to heart ****
I'ma tear your shit apart ****
Bar for bar ****
It's rare that you would catch me off guard, blindsided
I'm just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain't bothered by hate, I'm steppin' to it
We face the fate ****
Hodgy bout to build a conglomerate ****
Make sure my business ain't made with no concentrate
All the equities and the artists I conjugate, with myself
Most people come and intoxicate your circle
Suck the life out of your circle, then confiscate your circle
See what they did, man they made you hate your circle
Ya'll some wild ****, incidentally coloured purple
Tappin' in your church shoes to the harmonies
SMH to the slandering Simon these
Shittin' on your knees and swallow all of these OMGs
Where does the road that's golden lead
I hold myself and read I'm a mythology
H, Wizard
If you ain't speaking from your heart ****
You can't go bar to bar with a
Real **** going hard ****
What I'm talking I'm living it bar for bar ****
Bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar ****
I'm the king of Aragbah, you Jafar ****
French rolls don't play, I roll just my part ****
Ready to spark, g-g-going bar for bar ****
You get your first couple installments
We bout to see how fucking hungry you are (you are)
About how much about this money you are (you are)
This road is so fraudulent when becoming a star
I rhyme for my ****
When it's beefing that don't meaning running to the car
Unlocking my door, hearing engine roar, pedal to the floor
I thought he had they back man, what he left them for?
They say heaven's on the same level as the devil's door
I keep pressing number 7 on the elevator
Fuck them **** and they set, that's what you tell a hater
It's cliche to say we going up like escalators
**** want a copy us and fucking automate us
I'll just write a solo while they fucking huddle up
If **** talking just because man I'mma shut em up
It's all a game in their head, I'll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust
Written by: Gerard Long, Jonti Danilewitz
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