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Haruko
255
Hip-Hop/Rap
Haruko was released on July 25, 2020 by Spvcecultco as a part of the album Senjougahara Hitagi, Vol. IV
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Release DateJuly 25, 2020
LabelSpvcecultco
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Airospace
Airospace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Junyii & Leaf Beach
Junyii & Leaf Beach
Producer

Lyrics

I guess the dead only write bold lines to keep angels alive
And the one third that fell from heaven was just lost in their minds
Translation described that life only divides in nine
And out of fourty-two, I'm level fourty-five
Hoping that by fifty I'll touch the sky, goodbye
Like a bullet through the skull
Memories fall apart and pride feelings become null
And the world becomes numb so only the two that you knew
Can pass together the love, but who would've known
That the libraries missing the one book you could've made home
Gone so soon, dead so young
If words are built to kill, then sentences can rip through space matter
Split through the earth and make its surface flatter
So you fall over the edge when the emotions just shatter
Nobody rules away so songs sound so much sadder
Climbing the ladder, wrestling with the former, suppressing the latter
Making love to your shadows, wish you dead
Breathing you to life, flesh tones, gun fight
You bring knives...I prepare my hands
I hold you one last moment as we end right here
Clinging to what she said, eyes fall out of your head
Tread softly on the glass or the surface might break
And any tears that escape will only burn fake
This is a solid that you could never recreate
So skillful with the art, nanoseconds apply
To replicate a mural, you're only wasting your time
And you don't have much, one multiplied by five
You can only destroy, you must be blind
No, no, you must be fucking delusional
If you believe that still tools for pseudo knowledge, they'll be only useful
Wasting all of our minutes trying to be truthful
So I'll attach one hour to the back of this missile
Hoping you decipher the code before it fucking hits you
And you realize in time that it indirectly missed you
Then you lose that grandeur and see that it's mutual
My only age could understand when you're smoking
Making love to your shadows, wish you dead
Breathing you to life, flesh tones, gun fight
You bring knives...I prepare my hands
I hold you one last moment as we end right here
Written by: Airospace
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