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Run the Wall
5,226
Hip-Hop/Rap
Run the Wall was released on December 27, 2021 by Too Lost as a part of the album Garage Punk - EP
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Release DateDecember 27, 2021
LabelToo Lost
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavier Wulf
Xavier Wulf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
xavier beard
xavier beard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quintin Lamb
Quintin Lamb
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, Quentin)
I spend the money then recoup before I sleep
I do the sales, I put the bread across the seat, ****
I check the mail for my check and then repeat, ****
I hear you **** out there grindin' up your teeth, ****
She look at you like she shoulda hit delete, ****
That’s probably because I’m burnin' up the heat, ****
It’s probably because you pulled up in a Jeep, ****
These bitches easy, ****, just believe and see, **** (Bitch)
I’m smokin' weed because it’s my favorite element
I give no fuck ‘bout none of you **** or who you steppin’ with
I saw a **** talking shit, and then he fell in it
She can’t tell me she in love, I’m repellin’ it
She got real good skin with some melanin
I’m in the dark, nah, I think I’m back in hell again
See me smoke a blunt while I drop the engine in
I’m doing hoodrat shit with all my friends again
Fuck with me, I’ll put them hackers on your VPN
I’ll send the browser history to a **** girlfriend
I heard that **** came up missin' with no whirlwind
I’m the type to put the beef into a whirlwind
I’m sippin' whiskey while I sit and watch the world end
I don’t wanna party with you ****, let the girls in
I throw a party by myself, ain’t no one gettin’ in
She sip Bacardi by herself, she don’t need a friend, bitch
I spend the money then recoup before I sleep
I do the sales, I put the bread across the seat, ****
I check the mail for my check and then repeat, ****
I hear you **** out there grindin' up your teeth, ****
She look at you like she shoulda hit delete, ****
That’s probably because I’m burnin' up the heat, ****
It’s probably because you pulled up in a Jeep, ****
These bitches easy, ****, just believe and see, **** (Bitch)
One-thousand diamonds put into katanas
It’s probably more, but I’m just guessin’ if you wonderin’
That ain’t your bitch, I just seen her out here wanderin’
I wonder if he’ll ever find the right woman
I was eighteen in Memphis duckin' warrants, ****
We got caught with illegals in the foreign, ****
I told a lie, he told a lie, we had him goin', ****
Until his partner pulled up fuckin’ up what I’m doin', ****
The officer said, “This ain’t California, ****
“We can get you ten to twelve for marijuana, ****"
I said, “Whatever, bitch, fuck you think I’m goin’, ****?”
I went to jail, but I got out in the mornin', **** (Bitch)
I spend the money then recoup before I sleep
I do the sales, I put the bread across the seat, ****
I check the mail for my check and then repeat, ****
I hear you **** out there grindin' up your teeth, ****
She look at you like she shoulda hit delete, ****
That’s probably because I’m burnin' up the heat, ****
It’s probably because you pulled up in a Jeep, ****
These bitches easy, ****, just believe and see, **** (Bitch)
Written by: Quintin Lamb, xavier beard
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