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TEAM
14,031
Hip-Hop/Rap
TEAM was released on December 15, 2017 by QUESTION EVERYTHING, INC. / EMPIRE as a part of the album SATURATION III
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Release DateDecember 15, 2017
LabelQUESTION EVERYTHING, INC. / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Bearface
Bearface
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Joba
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matt Champion
Matt Champion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Clifford Ian Simpson
Clifford Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Dominic Simpson
Dominic Simpson
Songwriter
Matt Champion
Matt Champion
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Joba
Joba
Additional Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Evanie
Did you lie to him since you were seventeen?
How's he holding up?
Evanie
Do you cling to him like you would onto me?
Bet he needs you more than I
Evanie
Did you hide your neck to save him from his sleep?
I know how that feels
Evanie
Every chance you take, you make me want to flee
Can't you see?
[Chorus]
You should move on
I swear you'll be fine
Whenever you want
I'll be your ride
And when you're alone
And his love is gone
Maybe you'll see that your company
Was the worst thing for him
Your sin
[Instrumental]
Little old me, I thought my world was progressive
'Cause my president was Black, twenty-five lighters on the dresser
I had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest
Inside my uncle John's Toyota, was a walking Crayola, ah— (Give me that mic, ****)
I got a hard time, I gotta watch myself
The way I move through a room full of suits, ain't no—
Ain't no Constitution, I hate uniforms (Hahaha)
I hate handcuffs, I can't stand up (Shut up, ****)
They throw me in the crowd and tell me, "Boy, I'd lose that smile"
But see, I got it from my dad, and that's the reason why we had
I raise my Black fist, I got big lips
I'm strong as Samson
They cut my fucking locks, I lose my fucking strength
[Verse 2]
Fuck, I'm running out of zips
My life been feeling tense, I won't be on the fence
I put my phone on airplane mode 'cause I'm on autopilot
I need a lot of patience, I need a lot of silence
[Verse 3]
I hope this holy water burn because I ain't worth this life
I ain't worth the light of day, but for some, I light the way
Nude along the banister, kitchen smell of lavender
Swimming in my Wranglers, I am another caliber
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Soon, no no, no no, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, ooh
Soon, come on
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, ooh
No
Written by: Matt Champion, Dom McLennon, Ameer Vann, Ian Simpson, Ciaran McDonald, Russell Boring
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