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ASICS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
ASICS was released on June 2, 2022 by naJ & 5weeks as a part of the album JEWELS - EP
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Release DateJune 2, 2022
LabelnaJ & 5weeks
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
5weeks
5weeks
Songwriter
Jan Schonander
Jan Schonander
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's not fair that I don't care
Your share ain't worth shit, I won't go there (ooh)
I got talent on my hands and you hold air (shoot)
Book a PanAm into France outta O'Hair
Backpack with my name keep the gold safe
Backtrack in the game you a old train (yuh)
Snatch bags we same, cappin' youre lame (yuh)
Pack rats never change always gon hate
I'm not tired of this shit, I'm tied to this shit
Put it on the line take a risk, im fine with a hit
As long as I get by in a whip, assigned to the drip
I could never lie to a bitch to ride in the ship
I simply hit decline on the line then fine dine with the sis
Might find me a dime the right time and commit
Im designing these lines, you write rhymes in a script
Gotta keep em' in line, a light crime when they slip
I didn't fake one, shootin' shots, Shaq shit, didn't make one hoe
Poolin' thoughts "that's it", but I ain't done bro
Who woulda thought that kids on a great run doe
Told me to stop rappin' like you hate fun bro
Aim at the dot, rap shit ain't for a fake one no
Save me a spot, last in but I make up tho
For all my flaws, cash in on a pay stub, dough,
Yo,
I know....
It's not fair that I don't care
Your share ain't worth shit, I won't go there (ooh)
I got talent on my hands and you hold air (shoot)
Book a PanAm into France outta O'Hair
Backpack with my name keep the gold safe
Backtrack in the game you a old train (yuh)
Snatch bags we same, cappin' youre lame (yuh)
Pack rats never change always gon hate
All I need for healin' I been reelin' all day
Gotta guy who been dealing only sealin' all dank
Caught a vibe on the ceiling I been peeling off pain
I been filling all tanks, when I fire you gon feel it
I ain't bringing no blanks, five guys in my way
In they feelings no thanks, homicide to the game,
I been sinnin' don't say nothing to my old bae
We ain't finished don't think I ain't try,
Just kidding, I just need my own space
To decide how I'm dealin with my demons, good grace
Someone died in this building, I'm just killing old flames
Til I find who been stealing what's been missing can't place it
Don't Write my life in, only to erase it
Told me be patient, told me don't say shit
Homie going ape shit, never go basic
If you want a life you gon have to go and take it
If you wanna die this'll put you on a bracelet
It ain't on sight cause you ain't ready to face it
Go and roll the the dice you ain't ever gonna make it
Knew we ain't adjacent, never been complacent
Old heads coming for my neck in some Asics
More bread, coming off day and the late shift
Race to to the cake ima have to go and bake it
You been late, know that time is a basis, you can't change it
It's not fair that I don't care
Your share ain't worth shit, I won't go there (ooh)
I got talent on my hands and you hold air (shoot)
Book a PanAm into France outta O'Hair
Backpack with my name keep the gold safe
Backtrack in the game you a old train (yuh)
Snatch bags we same, cappin' youre lame (yuh)
Pack rats never change always gon hate
It's not fair that I don't care
Your share ain't worth shit, I won't go there (ooh)
I got talent on my hands and you hold air (shoot)
Book a PanAm into France outta O'Hair
Backpack with my name keep the gold safe
Backtrack in the game you a old train (yuh)
Snatch bags we same, cappin' youre lame (yuh)
Pack rats never change always gon hate
Written by: Everett Weeks, Jan Schonander
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