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Flapjack Slim
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flapjack Slim was released on August 21, 2021 by Something Absurd Records as a part of the album Flapjack Slim - Single
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Release DateAugust 21, 2021
LabelSomething Absurd Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Xiao Ping Tsai Boyd
Brendan Xiao Ping Tsai Boyd
Songwriter
John Bellipanni
John Bellipanni
Songwriter
Alex Scott
Alex Scott
Songwriter
Ryan Moss
Ryan Moss
Songwriter

Lyrics

Shaken awake I feel the train brake fast on the train tracks
Hear the whistle wail from the way back
Lay back in the haystack on the boxcar
Light a cigarette, like a Wild West Rockstar
Pause, cop a glance at my watch
Almost one o'clock
Gotta rally as we slowly approach the next stop
Hop up, oughta reload right before we go
Sun as hot as my own ego
Behold the key to success in my profession
Never missed once with the old Smith & Wesson
Dressed in black, see, I'm half-past mourning
Kicking my accomplice awake without warning
"Quit snoring!" I move to the doorway
This poor, boring bank is in store for a foray
One last drag, throw my cig in the hay
We roll out as the boxcar bursts into flame
Everybody knows the most feared men in the land
Sporting cowboy boots with their bloodstained hands
The county lives in fear of the deeds they done did
Names are Flapjack Slim and The Wagonwheel Kid
With the train set ablaze and the sheriffs away
I start to array the tools of my trade
'22 on my hip, dynamite in my belt
Bandana on my lip, smile to make the girls melt
We waltz into the lobby, not a care in the world
I see a flash of red hair and I wink at the girl
Pulling out my pistola with a little bit of twirl
Pop two in the teller; our plans start to unfurl
"Get your hands in the air! I don't want any fuss"
"Your police are away, you're stuck with us"
I vault the till as Slim clears the foyer
Putting a bullet in the mouth of anyone in our way
Laying down the TNT in a frightful display
I light the line and I step away
The vault splits like a banana
Cover my nose in my bandana
Flapjack stole the horses
Load 'em up for Montana
Everybody knows the most feared men in the land
Sporting cowboy boots with their bloodstained hands
The county lives in fear of the deeds they done did
Names are Flapjack Slim and The Wagonwheel Kid
As we ride out of town, packs laden with loot
We hear the lawmen yell and start to shoot
I see Jack take a shell as I dig in my spurs
There's not a day of rest for these wayward curs
We ride through sunset with the dogs on our tail
Before we cross the Colorado and they lose our trail
We can finally rest, Slim pulls the lead from his mid
Just another day for him and the Wagonwheel Kid
Everybody knows the most feared men in the land
Sporting cowboy boots with their bloodstained hands
The county lives in fear of the deeds they done did
Names are Flapjack Slim and The Wagonwheel Kid
Written by: Alex Scott, Brendan Xiao Ping Tsai Boyd, John Bellipanni, Ryan Moss
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