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Spirits
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Spirits was released on November 12, 2020 by JD Productions as a part of the album Void
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AlbumVoid
Release DateNovember 12, 2020
LabelJD Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, aye
Sitting and faded and I’m like bitch where are we at
Rhyming off the dome, I’m like lemme write that
It’s too hard for this little white backs
They’ll never understand so I’ll recite that
Bring your little friends look back and they gone now
When it strikes ten better get home or how
You decide that, when we back at Paul’s house
You ain’t fuckin lucky bitch
You a fucking poor child
Lemme get right to the notes (Yeah)
You could never break my bone (Uh)
I can’t even wipe my nose (My nose)
You could never crack that code
Cuz the passcode in my phone ain’t for the ghosts (For the ghost)
You gon pop in then you gon go (You gon pop, pop)
RIP to Pop Smoke time to let go
I cannot hear shout out Van Gogh (Shout out Van Gogh)
All these situations might come run on
When I’m stuck indoors cuz of corona
Tryna build my name feeling like Noah
Hit a blunt slide with a blunt like a cobra
That’s way too cold
Motherfuckers come then motherfuckers go
Know the truth lies with the son that blows
All the time I be on the front of my side door
Never hand em shit
Don’t got time to pick
So the next time imma have to fucking rob his shit
Dennis Rodman scary with the tats and shit
Imma blow your fucking head off with the chopsticks
Never laughed once like I’m forty-five
Imma fucking roll til I can’t no more
Bounce to the post
Sacred Heart lunch run it double time
P.E. with Kolb run it double time
Classes with the goats run it double time
What I loved the most run it double time
Now it’s feeling old like it’s do or die
Drunk or you’re faded I’m stuck in the basement
Done I’m reacting to past things that don’t matter
Make it more challenging then it really has to be
And I’m single, this bitch was delirious
Bitches be bonkers, I’m running from freedom
The hinges are squeaking, I kind of see opposite
Mention her name and my heart gone stop beating
I smoke and relieve, but my vision ain’t focused
Tread on me deep, but I let it go by
Cuz I cannot ever deny
That the past time leading me to my demise
Nah, I don’t wanna face my time, yeah
Going through the most and and it’s feeling ridiculous
I’m about an inch away from being content
Looking away so I’m so feeling blind
You about to lose respect
I’m like lemme see next
I’m like what the next step
I’m like nevertheless
JD and my guys with an anthem
But they can’t stand em
Look at these men, cold like platinum
Look at my wrist, then you’ll see answers
Do or die lemme see more banter
Suicide in my head for the past hours
Cultivated but I aint even in these classes
Dead inside sometimes but it’s to the next chapter
Bonking like a bouncer, real feel the realness
Been about a hour and you flaking the perception of you looking like a downer
Rolling a spliff then I exhale the flower
Written by: Jordan Dylan Lozano-Valdivia
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