Die Another Day - Barny Fletcher: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Die Another Day

75

Hip-Hop/Rap

Die Another Day was released on October 19, 2022 by Guin Records LLC as a part of the album JETPACK

Song Details

Release DateOctober 19, 2022

LabelGuin Records LLC

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Barny Fletcher

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Barny Fletcher

Composer

Mohammed Yousef

Mohammed Yousef

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MBWAV

Producer

Slim Typical

Mixing Engineer

Andrew Garver

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

How many shows?

How many clothes?

How many verses until it blow?

I hope my versatility show

The circle is small, the family close

Just know every word is static

I flip up my phones vibrating

She tell me her parents are out for the day

I told her, "Hold up, I'll be on my way"

So now I'm evading traffic

I'm getting amazing at it

A couple of fans pull up to the show

They came in a plane from Paris (Yeah)

And I rock chinchilla

Step on the stage looking like drug dealuh

The music is going good

But I wouldn't say I'm established, yet

But this Jetpack, this flight goggles in night mode

Ever since I said, "Send my love"

I felt ten above and felt ten below

I doubt radios play this

But honestly it's all good though

'Cause I'm out with my main chick

Eating cavatelli at Trullo saying

"If you like me, honey tell me how the fuck you feel"

'Cause all the women in my life they keep it fucking real

A lot of artists that I fuck with say they stuck in deals

That's why I'm lawyered up so miss Lyons can tell them fuck yourselves

Drop heaters and I drop leaders (Uh-huh)

They need us, we do not need 'em

I felt liberated when I stopped reading

All the tittle-tattle from the top tweeters like

Kylie Jenner bought some Valentino's (Oh)

Justin Bieber bought a bag of Cheetos (Oh)

I know too much about Will and Jada and their sex life it's weird

I don't need the details

I tell 'em, "Pay me like you owe me"

I told my baby to go shopping

Called in poorly shorty oughta win a Tony

I don't have the time of day for

No fakers or no phonies

If I make cake like Bake Off

Don't play it off like you know me

Yeah, I can't believe that they told me that

I should drop pop tracks, put a hold on rap

Why in god's name would you hold me back?

The old ass heads at the label wack

Wh-Wh-Why, this not Milano

This definitely not France

I'm on the table at Nando's doing the rockstar stance singin'

Oh my god, he raps fast

That is impressive

He is a good rapper

No, shut your fuckin' mouth, that's not true

It's about the content

Fuck content

I want sunsets

In the sun sex

In her sundress

Bad thing, told me undress

I like nice things, yeah

I'm a foodie

You don't like me, yeah

You can sue me

I ain't got shit to lose, I got shit to prove

And red lips to smooch

My long list of rules

Is my best of tools

And I don't shift bricks

Got hits to move

In the church I'd raise the roof

True religion when I hit the booth (That's right)

And if you learned this shit, that's just impressive

Aight let's get it

Yeah

I be looking up property

Like I live in Monopoly

How can anyone topple me at the tippity top of the tree?

Ebony wobbly

Said it run in the family

On the hunt for the bunny

Somethin' Yosemite Sam would say

I'm in love with the bubbly

Got me feelin' so wonderful

Only one sip between independent and vulnerable (Woah)

So I can't overdo it, ya know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't want a day job

Work a fucking graveyard

Do a fucking James Bond

Die another day

Bury be alive by the bedrock

And when I pop up they thought I was dead right

They would not believe that

They could not conceive that

I'm like a magician

They could never be that

This is not a freestyle

You gotta pay fees in

Different colors G-SHOCK

Change it with the season

Do this for the kids in my town

That be riding around with their heads in the clouds

Give them somethin' to believe in

Take it back to my teens

Tryna cop Supreme in the school canteen and

I'm still chasing my big dreams and

Gets harder to stay sinceruh

When the whole gang heruh

And we ride 'round town giving fresh new meaning

I love to see you shine

On a Monday-

It's that la-la-la-la-la-la

I love to see you shine

On a Monday morning (Oh, ah)

Written by: Barny Fletcher, Mohammed Yousef

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