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Reno
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Reno was released on February 3, 2023 by Chapter Music as a part of the album Stressor
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Release DateFebruary 3, 2023
LabelChapter Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teether
Teether
Performer
Kuya Neil
Kuya Neil
Performer
Joshua Chisenga
Joshua Chisenga
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Chisenga
Joshua Chisenga
Composer
Neil Cabatingan
Neil Cabatingan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Cabatingan
Neil Cabatingan
Producer

Lyrics

Holding up my ticket at the raffle
One apothecary hauling shit within a satchel
Who it is depends on what it is that caused the battle
2AM or thereabouts I ordered the falafel
Don’t know where my whereabouts, I sat atop the saddle
Boat, no fucking paddle
Braces on the gap tooth
At the Cenno centre out necessity, I scrambled
Like my rents I reno’d with a remedy, I had to
Rossoneri, Cafu
Formation, at back too
Felt it in my skin, it’s a sting akin to tattoo
All it seemed to be was many voices talking at you
Crawling, centipede
I freeze the lagoon and its liquid
Whose helicopter over me maintaining angles?
These traits embedded in my genes, I free and wrangle
Stuck up in the tower for some hours
Felt like Tangled
Hunger was devoured by the powers
Kept a sample
Red and turned it louder
I got sour and it’s ample
Shit was looking dour
I allowed it and I’m thankful
Frantic, hid the powder
Could be cowardice or hazard
That’s the older me: I need tangible matter
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we had the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
Drifted like Tokyo
Nose wide, I’m a black guy Pinocchio
White lie, I got plans, I’m not gonna go
No type, Sremmlife in my pheromones
Nose dive, all that gravity has gotta go
Any pandering is stored inside the collarbone
**** rambling again on not a lot of coke
With my family and them, cut it to the bone
My analysis and stare were still holding on
Held the balance in the air, I’m the only son
The establishment was bare, didn’t notice one
We established that in there, shit is going on
And we carried on
We, proletariat
Tomb not a pyramid
“Boom”, go experiments
Fuck your experience!
Tomb not a pyramid
“Boom”, go experiments
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we had the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
Written by: Joshua Chisenga, Neil Cabatingan
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