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Twenty4
17
Hip-Hop/Rap
Twenty4 was released on April 15, 2019 by ZYON.IO as a part of the album Twenty4 - Single
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Release DateApril 15, 2019
LabelZYON.IO
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alden Woford Groves
Alden Woford Groves
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alden Woford Groves
Alden Woford Groves
Songwriter

Lyrics

24 years running from my face and I’m
Still in the mirror when I’m shaving it
I got my fears but I’m facing ‘em
Even though they’re still weird I’m embracing ‘em
Some days the ego disappears—I’m cold-casing it
Other days I feel like a god and hold faith in it
Other days I wish I would rot—there no shame in it
This is just the spectrum of thought—don’t be afraid of it
I don’t want death any longer—I wanna wait a bit
Every depth made me stronger—that’s the funny bit
From the depths of the sonder—I have summoned it
I could be an empty imposter but where’s the fun in it
While I wither and wander I am one with it
Would you watch it and wonder what I’m working with?
I’m proposing a purpose perfectly purposeless
Permanently perched upon the perseverant precipice
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun
I was born to be balked at and hated it
I was worn to the bone—that’s the crazy bit
It took more than just heart but now I’m making it
I was torn from my home to come to face with it
I was cold and alone and shooting H and then
From the coma I woke and knew today was it
In a moment I rose to move away from it
It’s in those moments we grow
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun
You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know
It isn’t about
Figuring anything out
Anything we’ve written down
All of it’s fiction I’ve found
All of the friction is fizzling out
I going mad-lib gimme a noun
Gimme the sadness gimme the clout
Gimme the facts I’ll simmer them down
Give you a hat-trick—tripling down
Down—fixing to sip from the fountain
I’m feeling a bit like a mountain
There’s sympathy mounting and something as simple
As sitting is fuckin’ medicinal down to the physical
Cynicism hasn’t ever been wisdom
And sinners have never been simpletons
Never forget what you’re feeling
I get what you’re feeling
I know that this shit is ridiculous
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun
Written by: Alden Woford Groves
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