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Lung
2,802
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lung was released on November 5, 2021 by Chapter Music as a part of the album GLYPH
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AlbumGLYPH
Release DateNovember 5, 2021
LabelChapter Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teether
Teether
Performer
Kuya Neil
Kuya Neil
Performer
Joshua Chisenga
Joshua Chisenga
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Cabatingan
Neil Cabatingan
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Over by the tram stop, cage around the seepage
Open like kebab spot, talking like I'm leaking
Tell you what I am not, ever going to leave here
Took it with a camera, emphasized the gleaming
Griller thought us chopped, I do not get the thinking
Crushing up a rock, 8-ball and it's sinking
Fucking picking like it's locked, I got lost in decision
Stood tall in my Docs, just a product of the city
Phone call woke me up but I'm gonna need a minute
Black sludge in my cup, white smoke, fuck the cops!
And my throat burning up, just proof that I'm living
Death-proof 'til it's done, I'm a short sighted ****
I chewed through the clutch, had to swap out the innards
Passed Kew for the blood, thankful that I'm in it
Rose first, then the sun, shit hurt in my vision
I'm yearning a lot, I heard that's the mission
[Chorus]
Burning my blunts by my lonesome, efficient
Burnt through my stock and a hole in my Dickies
I let it buzz, I'm no electrician, yeah
Burning my blunts by my lonesome, efficient
Burnt through my stock and a hole in my Dickies
I let it buzz, I'm no electrician, yeah
[Verse 2]
Young ****, drip cold like gelati
And I'm feeling old at the party
John Cena taught me, can't see me, can't find me
And I'm too grown, too wordy, can't fight me
I'm made in their image
Sitting back seat at the scrimmage
I'm more discreet with my gimmicks
That shit got me feeling different
I could never speak for a living
I can't even speak for my ****
[Verse 3]
I can't fucking sleep, I'm existing
Ducking the police like I did it
All my currency non-existent
I got bud on me, fucking spinach
I got mud on me, rolling with it
I got blood on me
I can't fucking sleep, I'm existing
Ducking the police like I did it
All my currency non-existent
I got bud on me, fucking spinach
I got mud on me, rolling with it
I got blood on me
[Chorus]
Burning my blunts by my lonesome, efficient
Burnt through my stock and a hole in my Dickies
I let it buzz, I'm no electrician, yeah
Burning my blunts by my lonesome, efficient
Burnt through my stock and a hole in my Dickies
I let it buzz, I'm no electrician
Written by: Neil Cabatingan
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