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VHS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
VHS was released on December 15, 2020 by New Wave Collective as a part of the album VHS - Single
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Release DateDecember 15, 2020
LabelNew Wave Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtland R Tunstill
Courtland R Tunstill
Songwriter

Lyrics

Up all night and I'm thinking 'bout a lot of shit
How my homie got got on some other shit
How to make the vid pop like Klonopin
How to make it alright for my mama 'nem
Irritated cause I got a list that's bothering
Instigate it, they just adding fuel to the fire so
Innovative let me renovate 'fore I retire you
Litigate with liquor as we laugh at the irony of
They ain't got shit to talk about, but me and that's good
The boy ain't even blew up yet
The boy don got pussy, got money, got throat cause he rap good
Yeah, that good
I heard they coming for me, yeah, that's good
The world so cold eight days into March and I'm struggling
Trying not to burn February in a backwood
Insomnia
Lend me thoughts
I'm a mind reader
Give me thoughts
Does your mind Visa?
Give me thoughts
Does you mind Visa?
I tell her no money, spend time on the dick
Sit back, drop, rewind on the dick
I tell her no money, spend time on the dick
Sit back, drop, rewind on the dick
Yeah
VHS
Tell her throw that and she throw back
Mitchell and Ness
Way I slide in, Euro, Manu
Too much finesse
Way I slide in
Finesse
Up all night and I'm not tryna think about a lot of shit
I grab a pint of whiskey then demolish it
Reaching for the other as I polish this off
Turn the music up and turn them politics off
That ain't my type of party
That'll leave me turned off
And leave that fake shit at the door
We ask: loyalty, honesty, royalty
Motherfuckers got me pissed off, royally
Purple and Red, but I'd rather rock Purple instead
That's King garmenting
Who really wants that blat-da-dat-dat
I mean, honestly
Knock you motherfuckers off the stratosphere
But I'd rather get scudder or what have a ya
In the streets, screaming free my ****, Gatsby out the slammer
At the back of the bar, I ask shorty is she from Atlanta or
Does your mind visa?
Spend a little time on mine what I'd reason
The flash in her eye, things change beyond reason
You see as the key unlock, she finds reason
Bottle top, pop, pop, popping off
Bras pop, pop for my grievance
Later, she text me up 'bout her role and where is this leading
Misleading, lil' shorty that was just for a scene
You not leading
Dick keep up for nights to come
Insomnia
Written by: Courtland R Tunstill
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