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Envelope
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Envelope was released on September 17, 2019 by Triiiangle as a part of the album Lopsided
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Release DateSeptember 17, 2019
LabelTriiiangle
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Rexx
Trip Rexx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Corsillo
J. Corsillo
Songwriter
Shayler Williams
Shayler Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shayler Williams
Shayler Williams
Producer

Lyrics

I can't fit no box, I make different strokes
I ain't got no job so I'm gettin' throwed
I might pack it up, don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
2 more tickets of the love 'til I double dose
Homie I be seein' colors I ain't seen before
Mama I'm grown, I ain't comin' home
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
All the best and I mean it
Think these psychedelics got me in my feelings
I seen all these pretty sights, eyes tearin'
When I contemplate this life I'm leadin'
Jesus, owe it all to God, all to Jesus
Owe it all to whichever deity you believe in
Owe it all to anyone but me
I mean I ain't really mean to, I just woke up in a dream
Pop a bean, pinch my cheek, bro I'm geekin'
I don't get a single wink of sleep on the weekends
Everything been Gucci like I bought that shit at Neimmann's
If you can believe it, I always foreseen it cuz...
I can't fit no box, I make different strokes
I ain't got no job so I'm gettin' throwed
I done packed it up, don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
3 more tickets of the love 'til I double dose
Homie I be seein' stuff I never seen before
Mama I'm grown, I ain't comin' home
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
Seal that shit shut
Mailbox stuffed, I give too much
Got me wiped out, I'm too slumped
Pour some booze in my cup just to loosen up
Bro I always said my prayers, now I'm movin' up
I done always did my share because I knew it would
Come back to a dude, absolutions up
Won't slack 'til I'm legendary, Lugia
Yuh, told my moms I'ma do it for her
Kiss her on the forehead 'fore I'm out the door
I'm so fuckin' fortunate that the doctors cured her
I'm so fuckin' fortunate that I ain't got the words!
I can't fit no box, I make different strokes
I ain't got no job so I'm gettin' throwed
I been packed it up, don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
4 more tickets of the love 'til I double dose
Homie I be seein' stuff I never seen before
Mama I'm grown, I ain't comin' home
But I'll send you all my love in an envelope
Written by: J. Corsillo, S. Williams
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