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Deathwish
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Deathwish was released on June 2, 2023 by Strange Famous Records as a part of the album Cicada
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AlbumCicada
Release DateJune 2, 2023
LabelStrange Famous Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Troncoso
Ryan Troncoso
Songwriter
James Andrew Owens
James Andrew Owens
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'da had a lot of wrong, so it's time to make it right
Steppin' back on stage with a big appetite
I'm a grizzly on a rizzly, you ain't seen me in-between
I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm a ultraviolet being
And my self, complicated
Altercation is a conversation we ain't gotta have
Everything is for the take
I want the flapjacks, eggs, cheese, and the bacon
Sucka I'ma king everything is motivating
I'ma take it to the top
I really don't need you
All that attitude that you kick is so see through
Claiming you could talk, gonna see if you can bleed too
Fuck around and get mopped up by the cleaning crew
Man, I be tired of the way they be actin'
We on somethin' when it comes to this rappin
If you don't try then you can't make it happen
Life gets messy, you gonna need a napkin
Boom-boom, click-clack, and a bang-bang
Ain't nothing brand new, it's the same thing
We bleed em out, like they dying for a cause
Work makes the maker, so hold the applause
Boom-boom, click-clack, and a bang-bang
Ain't nothing brand new, it's the same thing
We bleed em out, like they dying for a cause
Work makes the maker, so hold the applause
I got a pen and I'm fittin' to write a death wish
Stick it to your sides on some blood and bones shit
Gotta a whole lotta I'm doin, gotta do every word I spit
Pardon my armada, listen up
Empanada, we some stone cold killa's
Got looks like James Dean, gold filla's
Push button, man, pushin' on the bull
But be careful when you push, 'cause that push turns to shove
Sit down little doggy, I'ma serve it first class
Strange Famous, bitch, known for whoppin' ass
Checkmate playa, I am the gift and the curse
Just made a fan only halfway through our verse
Rehearse, not often
Strange, like (?)
Watch as I drop
Bury them in the coffin
And these eulogies seem useless to me
If we roll through and murder everyone in your whole city
And by the time you finally see who we be
We gon' be long gone, takin' everybody with me
And likely, you gonna learn lovin' me
Or at least, you gon' learn to respect me
(At the very least you gon' learn to respect me)
(At the very least you gon' learn to respect me)
(At the very least you gon' learn to respect me)
In-between me and you there's so much
You can't imagine how tough this gets
Everything I ever loved got buried in-between the lines of these old notebooks
I gave you everything I had
We gave you everything we had
I wish I could go back to those days when the van was packed up
All we had to do was hop in and act up
Play the shows and make the fans
Sell those records and shake their hands
I never knew what it would do to me
How that life style would blow up, slow down, and ruin me
But this death ain't new to me
So I learn to embrace these charms
I wish I had twenty years with these robot arms
I wish I had robot arms
I gave you everything I had
We gave you everything we had
I gave you everything I had
I wish I had robot arms so I could just carry you away
And crush all the bad things people say
Robot arms and hints of clarity
So I could pay you back for the times that you carried me
Written by: James Andrew Owens, Ryan Troncoso
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