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13 Stripes
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Hip-Hop/Rap
13 Stripes was released on March 12, 2021 by PaperPlane as a part of the album Autopilot - Single
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Release DateMarch 12, 2021
LabelPaperPlane
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Brown
Samuel Brown
Songwriter
Shadanté Davis-Kerr
Shadanté Davis-Kerr
Songwriter

Lyrics

Gaslight the ignition, I'm peeling off in the mirror
Cruise control on a mission, I'm barely checking my rear
On a highway to hell , Looks like I'm already here
I'm wishing them well, With my coin as it fell
Who will hit the water first, Cannonball into my fear
I'm a wolf cutting wool with my sizeable sheers
These my sizeable thoughts at 6 am ain't weird
Got a sizeable cup, I think it's more than enough
They use out bodies like paint Cover the floors and the walls
The rich fill they cup, We try but we cant
Post a box you saint, A black box wen it rains
How's that helping the poor hobble these words like a
you **** awfully lame I got 6 piece to my head
I'm looking more like pain Hear these words that said
I'm looking more like pain I'm looking more half dead
They looking more like Garry I'm looking more like red
I'm like Zayn or Harry you the other boys instead
You fucking swing like Parker and I am Miles ahead
I try to save what's left of my spliff unlike the summertime
In and out back and forth my mind thought I wouldn't mind
All of the consequences my fist clenches for divine
Gears as it thrust through trenches, thorns they shredded through my spine
Hits, it hunches methods head hitching for a healthy ride
Cigs, its itches stains can't sustain my clothing switching sides
Pigs, they porky bits on a bond they cannot slide with Clyde
Figs, they bitching about the problems that we nevermind
That we can't nevermind that, okay holla let's round it back
As we kick it on sum tracks, bundle pack is where it's at
Do not lay, low stitch a stack or wait around now wick a wax
Bitter days, my teas ain't black
Oh
Beams my hunger still in-tact
Missed it now I want it back
Curse to all you magic's black
Curses thirteen
Magic's black
Curses thirteen stripes on
I try to save what's left of my spliff unlike the summertime
In and out back and forth my mind thought I wouldn't mind
All of the consequences my fist clenches for divine
Gears as it thrust through trenches, thorns they shredded through my spine
Hits, it hunches methods head hitching for a healthy ride
Cigs, its itches stains can't sustain my clothing switching sides
Pigs, they porky bits on a bond they cannot slide with Clyde
Figs, they bitching about the problems that we
Written by: Samuel Brown, Shadanté Davis-Kerr
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