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Philosophical

9

Hip-Hop/Rap

Philosophical was released on June 2, 2023 by T.A.C / PATRCK&TheStudiosUndrNewBrain Developmnt as a part of the album Philosophical - Single

Song Details

AlbumPhilosophical - Single

Release DateJune 2, 2023

LabelT.A.C / PATRCK&TheStudiosUndrNewBrain Developmnt

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.

Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.

Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Glazer

Producer

WristyBoi

Producer

Lyrics

Time's of the essence, blinded from my bezel

We took a detour on the jet off of schedule

If rap was olympic I'd have a gold medal

I'm richer than Richie, she messy like Lionel

She paid me one visit, left with a bad spinal

And I am a player, my records not vinyl

The season must change but it's never the final

I'm cool wit' the valet, we dap on arrival

I'm not like the rest, I got hits in archival

I feel like a surgeon, I'm cut like incision

Mechanics in music, my tune and precision

Success was a choice and I made the decision

We re-up the duffel, can't fuck up the mission

I got some connections, not now but they coming

The counter can count it but I still be thumbing

I've been on both ends, went from nothing to something

I'm all about peace, fingers up like I'm Nixon

I disappear in her, now who's the magician?

I shoot my shot effortless, no, I'm not missin'

His genre is rap but his statements are fiction

My neurons are frantic so my flow is sick

Dora The Explorer, say "click" take a pic

Too cold for the U.S they need me in Russia

I feel this girl vibe but I'm not going to rush her

Personification my mic I adjust her

You close to me, I'm a star we are a cluster

Shoutout Galileo I need me a telescope

Rock with the sound but I bet they won't tell us tho'

Try again, try again, fuck If they tell us no

Won't give away shit, tune into the Ellen show

A fan of Sopranos, I'm Tony on Prozac

I'm filled wit' anxiety but did you know that?

I miss her I had to move on I can't go back

Because money is precious and my pockets so fat

I'm confident fully, example in denim

Blinded by the lights like Abel

Had to dim em'

I see you can't see me, my windows I tint em'

Roulette for the boredom, I just had to spin em'

Don't rap about murder but might have to end him

One more time

Time's of the essence, blinded from my bezel

We took a detour on the jet off of schedule

If rap was olympic I'd have a gold medal

I'm richer than Richie, she messy like Lionel

She paid me one visit, left wit' a bad spinal

And I am a player, my records not vinyl

The season must change but it's never the final

I'm cool wit' the valet, we dap on arrival

I'm not like the rest, I got hits in archival

I feel like a surgeon, I'm cut like incision

Mechanics in music, my tune and precision

Success was a choice and I made the decision

We re-up the duffel, can't fuck up the mission

I got some connections, not now but they coming

The counter can count it but I still be thumbing

I've been on both ends, went from nothing to something

I'm all about peace, fingers up like I'm Nixon

I disappear in her, now who's the magician?

I shoot my shot effortless, no, I'm not missin'

His genre is rap but his statements are fiction

My neurons are frantic so my flow is sick

Dora The Explorer, say "click" take a pic

Too cold for the U.S they need me in Russia

I feel this girl vibe but I'm not goin' to rush her

Personification my mic I adjust her

You close to me, I'm a star we are a cluster

Shoutout Galileo I need me a telescope

Rock with the sound but I bet they won't tell us tho'

Try again, try again, fuck If they tell us no

Won't give away shit, tune into the Ellen show

A fan of Sopranos, I'm Tony on Prozac

I'm filled wit' anxiety but did you know that?

I miss her I had to move on I can't go back

Because money is precious and my pockets so fat

I'm confident fully, example in denim

Blinded by the lights like Abel

Had to dim em'

I see you can't see me, my windows I tint em'

Roulette for the boredom, I just had to spin em'

Don't rap about murder but might have to end him

The enclave is ready, I might have to send them

Written by: Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.

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