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Minutes
12
Hip-Hop/Rap
Minutes was released on May 24, 2019 by Couch Money Entertainment as a part of the album Minutes - Single
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Release DateMay 24, 2019
LabelCouch Money Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM110

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conan Karpinski
Conan Karpinski
Songwriter
Daniel Bennett
Daniel Bennett
Songwriter

Lyrics

The wheels fell off
I’m still riding
Still vibing
Surviving
All I wanted was a little bit of silence
Migraines take a little psilocybin
& It won’t change
But we’re trying
Politician... ill advisement
And they wonder why I’m still a little tyrant
Been crying
You can see it in my eye lids
Forget how it is how it look to the public
The captains a coward I just laugh as he jump ship
The whole entire world jus ak like a drunk chick
Dance dance on the ship til it sunken
& just right there was the moment it sunk in
No free lunch ins look at these munchkins
Follow for a follow we’re lost & we’re stumblin
In a mental prison going live in the dungeon
Aunty Social Uncle Xanax
Do as we’re told LOL to the laugh track
Stir the pot irk the god see if he clap back
Cling to the past live your life as a flashback & that’s that
Yea permanent eye roll
Dehydrated side plated coffee and midol
We used to play at beaches now the streams are on tidal
Sick in the head just tryna go viral
The wheels fell off
I’m still riding
Still vibing
Surviving
All I wanted was a little bit of silence
Migraines take a little psilocybin
& It won’t change
But we’re trying
Politician... ill advisement
And they wonder why I’m still a little tyrant
Been crying
You can see it in my eye lids
The watch is fake
We all know it
But you’re addicted
To the moment
This is their game
We’re tokens
This is their cage
We’re rodents
Like ooh oh oh
We all want our 15 minutes
And oh oh oh
Trade the rest our life to get it (repeated)
Waste time waste gas Waste paper
Little girls wanna wear waist trainers
We’re all doomed but we still hate strangers
2019 nobody knows their neighbors
She could be a model
She think anyway
She could give tresime a resume
For heaven sake it feel like seventh grade
To be fair I used to think I’d make the NBA
So why do you stare?
At the sun when it flare
Wheels fell off
Oh oh oh
We all want our fifteen minutes
Oh oh oh
Trade the rest our life to get it
Written by: Conan Karpinski, Daniel Bennett
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