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BLACKOUT
2,009
R&B/Soul
BLACKOUT was released on April 21, 2022 by EMI Recorded Music Australia Pty Ltd as a part of the album Drowned Surface - EP
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Release DateApril 21, 2022
LabelEMI Recorded Music Australia Pty Ltd
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Siala
Siala
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Nicholls
Toby Nicholls
Songwriter
Siala Robson
Siala Robson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nerve
Nerve
Producer
Toby Nicholls
Toby Nicholls
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Had to go ghost
Had to go Casper
Left her on read now she's a tap dancer
Like she's a black panther
Feel like Green Lantern
I be flying over cities spreading hope to these biddies tryna chase a fiddy
Had her lying on my lap like a kitty
Boy your kidding
Spitting like I'm on a fucking mission
Dreamworks on the moon like that **** that was fishing
Spinning
[Verse 2]
When I hit that green to my system
With my eyeballs down to my cheeks in this prison
Fucking bars on bars and yards on yards
Like I'm running past ya fast
Hit you hard and gasp
'Cause I blacked out
G-g-get the money like a cash cow
They all laughing till I pull the rack out
And they're scolding with their fucking hands out
Damn, guess I blacked out
[Verse 3]
Don't wanna bleed
Wanna take my cheese
Drowning my beliefs
Spinning over grief
Running inner peace
And she holds the keys
Play my heart strings
Muscle mood swings
[Verse 4]
Come and get it
Pussy like Heaven sent it
Broke her heart
Made me fix it like a fuckin' paramedic
Send the message
Hit that liquor, my appendix
Call the medic
Chasing dreams like a fuckin' athletic
Poppin' tops with the OG's
We was popping too much, you don't know me
Blacktown SYD, remote TV screen
Old folk screams and the big dream
Call me Popeye way I'm puffin' up on the green
Puffing up on this steel
Floating up on the steam
Castaway boy
Told the industry
Double up my pay, double up the plate
The way I be eating
Adobo chicken fetus, the meanest
[Verse 5]
Bitches try to confront me, then they can suck up on my penis
That's a double date
Ass and titties, she is trouble made, OG cake
Too focused on the money
Can't cooperate with my thoughts
I'm just steady fiendin' on these open doors
Open floors and open thoughts
[Verse 6]
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin'
[Verse 7]
Don't wanna bleed
Wanna take my cheese
Drowning my beliefs
Spinning over grief
Running inner peace
And she holds the keys
Play my heart strings
Muscle mood swings
Written by: Siala Robson, Toby Nicholls
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