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Darco
Hip-Hop/Rap
Darco was released on February 10, 2022 by Formalities as a part of the album Darco - Single
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Release DateFebruary 10, 2022
LabelFormalities
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Formalities
Formalities
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Formalities
Formalities
Songwriter
Jackson Aye
Jackson Aye
Composer

Lyrics

One, why do I feel like I'm under some heat, stuck in the sun
Two, I'm not a follower, I don't like copying, want something new
Three, breaking my knees from lapping you, clapping you, you will see
Four, score, life's no more, drop the bodies on the floor
Some things are best, left unsaid
People get cocky with inflated heads
I'll admit it, that's your best track in a minute
Life threw you a bone and you finally hit it
So don't leave them all hanging like lynches
Pull out the pin and just fragment the syllables
I have a slight will but my mouth, is unpillable
Pop em like oxygen, turning unkillable
If my thoughts were gold
I'd sell my brain
20 karat membrane
And I'd still write these songs
Just not the same
They'd go nowhere
They'd have no game
I'd turn into wick, and burst into flame
And I'd be on fire, like most of you claim
But when asked to burn, most of y'all fade
I'm on my grind, I'm mirroring grain
Look in my window, all I see is pain
Emotions like clothes, I constantly change
Witty with bars, I'm fucking insane
You can be Batman, I'll be you bane
Family left you, you are unclaimed
Oh no, he ain't queuing no mo, he goin in solo
He's on too much dope bro
Let's play Marco polo
And trip his ass with a jump rope
Wasting life on his broke hoe
That shit makes me go loco
I fell fucking crazy
Old 2000s shady
Making me feel lazy
For only taking AP
Why am I such a downer
Didn't mean to drown her
In showers of affection
Be a dock? Got it, I've learned my lesson
One, why do I feel like I'm under some heat, stuck in the sun
Two, I'm not a follower, I don't like copying, want something new
Three, breaking my knees from lapping you, clapping you, you will see
Four, score, life's no more, drop the bodies on the floor
Throw em right off of the bridge
Helplessly dangle em off of the ledge
I don't know what I've done what I've said
I just got a spirit stuck in my head
He be killing bitches
Ain't nobody give a fuck about your embedded opinion
I be screaming in your ear until you listen
If you wanna fucking test me
Grab the pencil and the papers
dashin till your wrist become glistened
From the slit of my cutter
I am a griever you are runner
Your gonna slip on some butter
I'll take a pick with a shutter
You barely gonna stutter
Album just taking up space like some clutter
Lungs can only create stutters
All that you make is a gutter
Ball, on you with putters
Open your mouth when you utter
Don't got a dick you got udders
This is formal rebuttal
Monotone, I will just mutter
When you fall off, Ill be afluttler
Until then, best stay on the upper
Written by: Formalities, Jackson Aye
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