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MIDLANDS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MIDLANDS was released on July 7, 2023 by SCUFFMOB as a part of the album MIDLANDS - Single
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Release DateJuly 7, 2023
LabelSCUFFMOB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirk Watson
Kirk Watson
Songwriter
Mackenzie Charles
Mackenzie Charles
Songwriter
Angus Simmonds
Angus Simmonds
Songwriter
Chance Beaudion-Skerritt
Chance Beaudion-Skerritt
Songwriter
Aman Uddin
Aman Uddin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the midlands, yeah I'm tryna go hop in a Bentley and swerve in a Wraith
I need some big bands, how you talkin' that cash when you got little racks in your safe
I need a big bag, tryna move my mama out the crib and put her in the estates,
yeah, I need a big bag, yeah I need a big bag, yeah
I'm in the midlands, yeah I'm tryna go hop in a Bentley and swerve in a Wraith
I need some big bands, how you talkin' that cash when you got little racks in your safe
I need a big bag, tryna move my mama out the crib and put her in the estates,
yeah, I need a big bag, yeah I need a big bag, yeah
I'm tryna face my mistakes, fuck it, I'm gon' elevate
Tryna pour my stress away, and I smoke on Mary Jane
They like, how Q get so far
I'm just really at the start, I've been aiming for the stars
Can't wait for the days that I'm standing on stage
Sold out the show while they screaming my name
Promise you I'ma be one of the greats
They tryna come up off bands from my plays
I stick by my mud forever and ever
They just some ties that we'll never sever
I walk through flames, just to see my brothers sane
Through all this bullshit and pain
I had to go tell 'em ride, I had to go tell 'em slide
Hop in a Bentley and slide, I pray that my mama don't cry
'Cause you could get hit if you not on our
I put in the work till I die
Biscotti my blunt I'm so high
Why do you tell me these lies
Run up on my guys you get sent to the sky
With Melly and Q, they gon' ride, ride till they die
You could get sent to the muhfuckin' sky
I ride in a coupe, I ain't tell no lie
I hop in a Ferrari, I dash it, I fly
I pray that we make it, can't work 9 to 5
I walk with the 30 and Q got the 9
Can't fuck with the mob, cannot say you not jackin' us
I got young Melly, the back, know, he backin' us
Breaking the dash yeah I speed with the brackets off
I'm baked as a bitch, let it boil all the anger out
I see the lights, I'm like, bro, hide the evidence
Don't care about the fame, I don't care about my relevance
You bump our shit and you gon' hear the resonance
I'm on narcotics, I'm feeling lil' arrogant
I just be bumpin' our shit on the speaker
I'm tryna find a keeper, don't know where to see her
It's no more impalas this bitch and it's three of us
Run through the trap and we got a big stick with us
Kham got them bumpin' our shit on the radio
Fuckin' that bitch and she fuck like a rodeo
Got bangers on bangers just check my portfolio
Diamonds are sick like it's muhfuckin' polio
And I got VVS on my neck
Flawless diamonds, I want muhfuckin' checks
VVS on my neck
Flawless diamonds, I want muhfuckin' checks
(Flawless diamonds, i want muhfuckin' checks, yeah, yeah)
(I want a Rolls Royce with baguettes, yeah, yeah)
(I want the money yea I want these cheques, yeah, yeah)
I'm on a roll aint got time for distractions
I'm 'bout out all that action, I'm not with the fake
We do subtracting, we do mathematics on all of these pussies, they laughing, they hate
G-Got perfect stamina, I change the aperture
Future's in sight, yeah, the business is great
The business is booming, my life is a movie
You better get tuned in before it's too late
I got that cash flow, fuck a credit
Bending that ass low like she meant it
We just some rando's 'till we get it
That's all we stand for, you don't get it
That's all we stand for, Bugattis and Lambos are what's in my future, you know I can tell
Ain't no way I work so hard and my bars go retarded
I'll still be here without a mil'
Hearing this gossip, they talking it's wild talk to me when you be doing a lot
Not no work for a day and then stop
I'm gon' work up my way to the top
God knows, God knows emotions don't get to my head
I can't comply with the ways of the rest
Too much to say, get it off of my chest
Before I go lay, pray I die, as the best
I'm in the midlands, yeah I'm tryna go hop in a Bentley and swerve in a Wraith
I need some big bands, how you talkin' that cash when you got little racks in your safe
I need a big bag, tryna move my mama out the crib and put her in the estates,
yeah, I need a big bag, yeah I need a big bag, yeah
Written by: Aman Uddin, Angus Simmonds, Chance Beaudion-Skerritt, Kirk Watson, Mackenzie Charles
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