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BIRTH
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BIRTH was released on September 9, 2022 by DVRST x 6 Senz as a part of the album BIRTH - Single
September 9, 2022
LabelDVRST x 6 Senz
LanguageEnglish
BPM89
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

DVRST
Bag for bag, but the gang get cheddar
When I pop up with my ana I squeeze that
Tracks lookin' like the shop you be at
Creeped through December, ain't never gon' be back
Packed that, with Audemars on my hands flash
Clash like the [sound?] of the lightning when [it's black?]
Crash, we descend in a circle, you can't pack
White scum with equipment and several [great men?] (Main it)
Chilling in the dark, I know I can't fit in
We break in it, don't speak, please, a minute
Pickin' in the skies, their private is a rental
Attracted to the smiles, I'm sellin' sacks in the day (Ain't it)
Get it right from the night, drinkin' Spidey jelly
Spellin' out, sayin', "Sick of lies", embed it
Crawl up on your hands, then my mind gets ascended
Watch where you walk, don't come here, or you get ended
Twitchin' in my bones, I'm the skeleton breaker
Be quiet with your lies, and the genital tissue
Break it down, watch you handle it, I'm breakin' the aim at you
Hands in my pockets, I'm watchin' 'em out the sockets
Turn them into bums, they dirty, but they ain't floppin
Droppin' independent, no record can get the option
[Hop on in?] then get kickin', get this shit knockin'
Pop 'em in the head with the weapon, they can't stop it
Steep drop to the center
Creep deep into the rhythm, when I stop in the center
Not sure 'bout the weather, but they never remember
Saying lies, sipping lyes, get frosted with the record
Pick up with the highs, the fives for my senses
Separate the change, get five 'fore I sell it
Fuck what you gettin, you split it because you spend it
I just let you get the ride out and rob it, I'm out checkin'
Crushed with the dust, the rust, but not gust
Get rushed when I touch, the motherfucker get broke
Gushed with the weapons, suppressin' the comfort
Hush when I sniff, it did rise above
Crushed in the earth, and burst like the bubble
What a bitch, they breakin' bars like us
Slugs to their temple, the record pickin' it up
Drugs in your arm, I'm poppin' it, fuck, it's top
Ah, when I pack that heat
Everyone get warm on the block, then they freeze
Stop with the weather, they dropping in degrees
Pop with the chamber, my chamber open
Stopped in the range with the silver scepter
Anybody out then come and get gripped
Dump it every time, we ride like I said
Play your whole game like an instrument
Pants on the rise, but they not too fly
I switched the position from the nine to five
Twenty-five degrees and I excavate
Sitting in the sewers, 'cause I'm used to being great
Got the book of the dead in my dresser
Think about life and it ain't any better
I laid a .44 with my metal
In a shadow with the arms that reach you like venom
Breached through the walls and I popped the weapon
Stepping out of line, you get dropped in a second
Buried the dark feeling with guilt, so I'll end it
Next to the North, the morgue to my city
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Written by: 6 Senz, Valerii Zaitsev
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