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Triple Science

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Triple Science was released on October 9, 2020 by Relentless Records as a part of the album EDNA

Song Details

AlbumEDNA

Release DateOctober 9, 2020

LabelRelentless Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Headie One

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Irving Adjei

Composer, Lyrics

Geno

Composer, Lyrics

Stemberge

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Geno

Producer

Stemberge

Producer

Tom Hough

Recording Engineer

Tyrell Paul

Mixing Engineer

Stuart Hawkes

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yo, turn

Turn, turn, turn, turn

[Chorus]

Interview room, stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath, I'm lyin' (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

Even when I wrong, I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless?

End up on a wing with lifers (Told me turn, ayy)

Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five-hundred English pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando, studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex, it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist, all I need's an hour (Told me turn, ayy)

Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town

[Verse 1]

Even those gaffs all bait in town

I chef out the bando like it ain't

Ah, them times, it was hundred pounds an eighth

Wasted time on my estate

Look at the bando, it's a state (Turn, ayy)

I was dead broke, could've got me paid

Learn how to turn it, rock from flake (Na'mean)

All the times that I wanted to call it quits, I stayed

To the times that I had to go flush that grub

'Cah I went and caught a raid (One)

I really had to meet Fi in the park

She said she want four dark like the wing (S-S-Suh, suh, suh)

No, she don't want crack, she just tryna stay mellow (Suh, suh, suh)

This one's yellow, it's Super Saiyan (Suh, suh, suh)

Super Saiyan, I still got the shoebox I used for savin' (Turn, turn)

Savin', it really took so much patience (Turn, turn)

Spend it on smoke, tryna turn man patient (Turn, turn)

Patient, really had to put in that work rate (Turn, turn)

Tried, no, we didn't have time for ravin'

Ravin', with the T-house man stayed in

Couldn't care less 'cause the money just came in (S-S-S-Suh, suh)

[Chorus]

Interview room, stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath, I'm lyin' (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

Even when I wrong, I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless?

End up on a wing with lifers (Told me turn, ayy)

Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five-hundred English pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando, studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex, it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist, all I need's an hour (Told me turn, ayy)

Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town (Turn, turn)

[Verse 2]

The T-house put the shotgun in 'ation

Don't get yourself shot like Kaylum (Turn, turn)

My young boy wanna trap, need trainin'

He already know how to drill them paigons (Brrt, brrt)

Paigons, paigons, everywhere I look, I see paigons (One)

He tryna do both

Tryna score and distribute balls like Chamberlain (Both)

All the times that I built a new spot, geography (One)

Bicarb and the rest, that's chemistry (One)

Countin' up bread, that's physics (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)

You ever seen a fiend OD? Biology (Ah)

Paranoia in the fast lane, thinkin' every car is the Jakes tryna follow me (Turn)

Do them opps properly, ching man's head (Turn, turn)

I've never really been a fan of psychology (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

Fuck them feds (Told me turn, ayy)

They made my association, sociology (Told me turn)

Who ever cares what the servery said?

Tell 'em, "Let me get the whole loaf of bread" (Suh, s-s-s-suh)

Didn't ever like to shit on my doorsteps

Country phones, got that dough off ends (One)

Keep the blinds closed, stay low from feds (One)

Or I'm back on the wing tryna conk man's head (One)

[Chorus]

Interview room, stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath, I'm lyin' (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

Even when I wrong, I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless?

End up on a wing with lifers (Told me turn, ayy)

Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five-hundred English pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando, studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex, it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist, all I need's an hour (Told me turn, ayy)

Ask Scott if he can do the night shift even those gaffs all bait in town (Ah)

Written by: Geno, Irving Adjei, Stemberge

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