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1994
Hip-Hop/Rap
1994 was released on July 22, 2022 by Killfranc as a part of the album 1994 - Single
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Release DateJuly 22, 2022
LabelKillfranc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killfranc
Killfranc
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josue Israel Guardado
Josue Israel Guardado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luffone
Luffone
Producer

Lyrics

Feelin’ good. Really good.
Like I really should.
Fuck around and make it, yea I really would.
Like God’s Son, I “Made You Look”
1994 San Fernando Valley – yea we get it shook,
Get it right so we understood.
On my life I write this book
All my life is what it took
Couldn’t run a marathon inside my Brooks
Maybe you could, shit, but not with these looks
You think I’m a Rook?
Maybe I am, “what do you mean?”
Pluggin’ ya Bishop
And spending Knights with Queens
Running missions
And checkin’ your Kings
And talkin’ about all the beautiful things
Death, life, and all that it brings
Death, life, and what it envelops
Start an idea watch it develop
Make it a movie or telenovela
You fuck with Modelo’s, I fuck una de ellas
They watchin’ me shoot for the fuckin’ estrellas!
Feelin’ good. Really good.
Like I really should.
Fuck around and make it, yea I really would.
Like God’s Son, I “Made You Look”
1994 San Fernando Valley – yea we get it shook,
Get it right so we understood.
Too long I been overlooked
Soon enough I’ll be overbooked
Be careful what you manifest
I give it to God, He plans the rest
Damsel in distress, sorry, my hands full of stress
Got music and beautiful children to juggle
Depression ain’t catchin’ up to my hustle
Anxiety is what I sip in the huddle
Resilience? I be working the muscle
Experience? What I gain in the struggle
Chuckin’ a deuce n throw ‘em in doubles
W’s ‘cause I’m clutchin’ a win
W’s for the coast that I’m in
Caution be the shit I throw to the wind
Honesty be my ultimate friend
Bro, no we ain’t friends
Woah’s go to my sins
Can of worms I won’t open again
(huhh)
And it all depends on:
Who I’m gettin’ a text from,
What box I’m puttin’ my check on,
Who I’m gettin’ a check from,
And when I’m writing my next song.
Written by: Josue Israel Guardado
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