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Bezel
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bezel was released on February 12, 2021 by Mazon Music LLC. as a part of the album Clarity
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AlbumClarity
Release DateFebruary 12, 2021
LabelMazon Music LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mazon
Mazon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Mays
Malcolm Mays
Songwriter
Dvon Cruse
Dvon Cruse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VonMadeIt
VonMadeIt
Producer

Lyrics

Running through the motions at full speed
Pussy, money, weed all the boy need
Wake up on the beach to a shore breeze
Tell my baby go roll up some more tree
Roll over, let me hit it in the morning
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan on his fourth ring
Body numb like I hit you with some morphine
Really you want me to take it like I'm European
I can make your body twist and do a backbend
Caliente mami te gusta my accent
You know I like it when they're classy and they're ratchet
As far as bachelors go I'm the top draft pick
I fall asleep in the pussy I got it mastered
I promise I'll never act up and give you wack dick
You is not anybody I want to clash with it
You're my baby, that pussy is more than average
I just came in the game with one thing on my brain
Bitch, I ate them losses I ain't never complain
When I made that money I said I never would change
First thing I purchased was a bezel and chain
I'm a Cuban, **** but I'm black as ever
Primary objective is come and stack this cheddar
I prefer me a Glock, I don't clap berettas
And I'ma pull it if I have to under drastic measures
Running through the motions at full speed
Pussy, money, weed all the boy need
Wake up on the beach to a shore breeze
Tell my baby go roll up some more tree
Roll over, let me hit it in the morning
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan on his fourth ring
Body numb like I hit you with some morphine
Really you want me to take it like I'm European
African but I do not know my origin
Told my baby change that dress and show some more skin
Not a politician, don't need your endorsement
Bitch, I'm cooling in some all white forces
Call them straps where I'm from, they're the mid-tops
Time to put these record labels in a gridlock
'Bout to spend a quarter hundred on a wrist watch
Tell the truth, I prolly fuck around and get stock
I just came in the game with one thing on my brain
Bitch, I ate them losses I ain't never complain
When I made that money I said I never would change
First thing I purchased was a bezel and chain
I'm a Cuban, **** but I'm black as ever
Primary objective is come and stack this cheddar
I prefer me a Glock, I don't clap berettas
And I'ma pull it if I have to under drastic measures
Running through the motions at full speed
Pussy, money, weed all the boy need
Wake up on the beach to a shore breeze
Tell my baby go roll up some more tree
Roll over, let me hit it in the morning
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan on his fourth ring
Body numb like I hit you with some morphine
Really you want me to take it like I'm European
Written by: Dvon Cruse, Malcolm Mays
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