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87 Degrees
837
Hip-Hop/Rap
87 Degrees was released on November 16, 2018 by 40gzz as a part of the album Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams
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Release DateNovember 16, 2018
Label40gzz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Janari
Jesse Janari
Songwriter

Lyrics

Born in the 80’s Im rocking it like a Kangol
94 babies exploring places you can’t go
Rap God who Scott Storching the flames throws
Gotta lay low, the drank cold, I sips slow
Holla at me I holla back can you feel it
Told the boy to give up the dream these **** ignorant
Couple dollars just for the hour like where's the dignity
Janari next to Pac and Biggie talking to Kennedy
Sunday mornings I visit heaven from 3 to 7
And then I wonder where the time goes
I ain’t see nobody holding bibles
Snapback gone 4 hours out the time zone, mind-blown
Paint the picture with the elixir I ponder daily
I wonder when they find out what I got
Will they treat me like a person or a resource
Cuz they need a favor from somebody in the key-courts, damn
I mean damn that's how it goes when you living good
And a bottle of the finest if you living better
Roses to them **** who be dying young
I’m just praying for private planes and sunny weather, feel me
A bottle of the finest to them **** living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young **** going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud ****, everything good you know
I took a couple wins couples loses that's just how the game goes
Like every time we trip to London take a pic on Abbey Road
Voice going in and out, but they gone hear it in my tone
This that heart and soul shit I gotta hear it in this song
You know they pay me for words
Pay me for living shit that I’ve written in cursive
This shit was arranged see I be living with purpose
Like when I write it down I make reality perfect
This a strange thang
Like how I change planes and my change strange
Like everywhere I go they got the hookup for a ****
Fine dine this the custom cook up for a ****
Good times I might hit my Bookum on you ****
The car run so the crib next
I wonder how many records it take
New Orleans Beignet’s then Amsterdam with the Crepes
See I heard the car gone come with liquor and drapes
Humble beginnings made me so expensive
You should see all my living expenses
This shit is extensive
On time I don’t do extensions
Just incase the debt collector listening (haha)
A bottle of the finest to them **** living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young **** going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud ****, everything good you know
A bottle of the finest to them **** living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young **** going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud ****, everything good you know
Written by: Jesse Janari
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