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Seeds
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Seeds was released on December 8, 2017 by Ultra Records, LLC as a part of the album Girasoul - EP
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Release DateDecember 8, 2017
LabelUltra Records, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pell
Pell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Cas DeLelles
William Cas DeLelles
Composer
Jared Thomas Pellerin
Jared Thomas Pellerin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pell
Pell
Producer
Billy DeLelles
Billy DeLelles
Producer
Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
How you gon' win when you ain't right within?
And how you gon' pretend that you anti me
Been in here before, deja vu times three
And all I see is clones, Star Wars, Young P
[Verse 2]
ID lookin' different 'cause I got much bigger
Fakes got missin', my patience got thinner
What is your name? I can't remember
And even if I did, I don't know y'all ****
[Verse 3]
Man, I swear y'all trippin'
Worried who I'm seein' 'cause they can't hang with us
We ain't turned pop, that's the champagne pimpin'
Seattle nights had me out of my denims
[Verse 4]
Yes, love and in those linens
Livin' out dreams, lucid, this vision
I learned everyday, you speak, I listen
(Learn, learn everyday, you speak, I listen)
[Verse 5]
Rap life got me questionin' my friends again
Trying to write scripts, Netflix, no chillin', man
Rappers wanna be actors, so I hire them with benefits
And give 'em out they fuck boy membership
[Verse 6]
Yeah, 'cause I ain't got time for it
When did rap become a pageant show for gold awards?
These bars break backs, chip spinal chords
Coming for ya, so you can't ignore him and
[Verse 7]
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch
They'll never know shit, never know shit
Don't even exist to me
[Verse 8]
My grass green enough
I pity the fool keeping up with us
Just give me the time to feed the soil
And we gon' live and grow, forevermore
[Verse 9]
Coffee shop coolin', throwin' back beans
You can keep the Kombucha
I was out in San Lucas thinkin', how the hell we do this?
It done cost me everything but my soul, hallelujah
[Verse 10]
Got to church every verse, but his not soul music
Studio then rehearse, then right back to it
Homie send a verse, then I write back to it
Dodgin' calls from my ex 'fore I'm right back to her
[Verse 11]
Po-po got the kid dodgin' feds like cooties
Homies sippin' slow on some Fela Kuti
Did it independent, now they question how I'm movin'
Draft day when I play, how the broads all choose 'em
[Verse 12]
First round, how the verse sound?
Now I got the haters throwin' in the towel, yeah, uh
Menace now, I could never finish now
Snapchat B's account, almighty, the intro
[Verse 13]
Don't need a pencil to paint on instrumentals
Pellcasso, abstract, tip a ho
Girls pretty, no flack, oh
Reach for my Johnson, no rock though
[Verse 14]
I've been a roll since Cabo
Never been a ganger, lames dopple
The head honcho so cold
Not a home wrecker but your girl gettin' reckless
Hit me on twitter, tell her, never ever text it
[Verse 15]
Yeah, it goes down in my DMs
Holler when you see 'em workin' AM to the PM
I be on to the game, pledge allegiance
In God we trust, I been runnin' from my demons
Yes, Lord
[Verse 16]
It goes down in my DMs
Holler when you see 'em workin' AM to the PM
I be on to the game, pledge allegiance
In God we trust, I been runnin' from my demons
Yes, Lord
[Verse 17]
My grass green enough
I pity the fool keeping up with us
Just give me the time to feed the soil
And we gon' live and grow, forevermore
Written by: Jared Thomas Pellerin, William Cas DeLelles
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