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Sunset Slasherz
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sunset Slasherz was released on January 6, 2020 by Nightshift as a part of the album Morg
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AlbumMorg
Release DateJanuary 6, 2020
LabelNightshift
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nightshift
Nightshift
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan David Peszko
Morgan David Peszko
Songwriter
Hunter William Peterson
Hunter William Peterson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
I seen Freddy Krueger in his Supra
Blowin' kisses to a rueger
Singin' Prince while he commutin'
Countin' money business boomin'
Wave me past he'll cut you sooner
Chase you home and tuck you in (Yea)
Thrash and rip da sheets go fuchsia
Black and red da shit get's Kubrick (Peace Fred)
Survived like 30 somethin' summers
Sunburn, my Earthly numbers
Tenfold, chase worldly wonda's
Ice cold, my dreams go tundra
Liquidated, hablo humble
No doze on me mothafucka
Slap da snooze and miss the bundles
We doin' circles (Wakey wakey)
405, 101, 110, 10 rinse repeat
Let's ride man
HP, don't sleep
(You's a)
Shit talka, skin walka'
Sky walka' high talka'
Mind alter, time vulture
Fly culture, first class
Earth pass
Awake is just a surface
I surpass
The consciousness
Through common sense
Of elevated prominence
Some zanny bars and I am deep
30,000 somethin' feet
Pray the Lord and cross my T's
But stress is always findin' me
Try to catch me off my feet
When I rest I neva sleep
I'm 7 slash a 24
And put that on infinity
Look out, yo yo yo
Get up
It was all a dream
Death and taxes right
Wake up to this shit (Word)
I been stuffin' money in da matress wit my day 1's
Man in the mirror broke late on his patience
Sometime's players miss some detrimental lay-ups
Then dunk checks, branch manager wanna say sum
I must be feelin' like a rapper always waitin' on a check 1-2
In the mornin' sittin' workin' at my desk, bills due
How da fuck you supposed to sleep
When dese bills killin' me
When dese bills killin' me
When dese bills killin' me
I'm feelin' so alive like I got 7 on my life
Who knew
Sunny days cascade to heavy rain
Withdrew
How da fuck you supposed to sleep
When my mailman hands to me
A check now I can breath
Still dese bills are killin' me
Night owl, white owl
Swisha' sweet addiction
It's always hard to sleep
But passed out around 6 when
I had a job at 8
Why I'm always late
I'm tryin' to haul ass
But I still need gas
And if I don't crash
Ima' get dat cash
My clothes, cars, home
You can take it all back
It's the whiplash you get back
Just blame it on the Aston
I wanted hot wheels
In a similar type of fashion
Car note, insurance
Water got me hectic
Gas bill, cell phone
Cable and electric
No smoke, parking ticket
Tax got me stressin'
To good smoke, valet ticket
Ducktales splashin'
I been stuffin' money in da matress wit my day 1's
Man in the mirror broke late on his patience
Sometime's players miss some detrimental lay-ups
Then dunk checks, branch manager wanna say sum
(Bitch say somethin')
I must be feelin' like a rapper always waitin' on a check 1-2
In the mornin' sittin' workin' at my desk, bills due
How da fuck you supposed to sleep
When dese bills killin' me
When dese bills killin' me
When dese bills killin' me
Written by: Hunter William Peterson, Morgan David Peszko
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