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August
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Hip-Hop/Rap
August was released on April 16, 2021 by GLTTR RECORDS as a part of the album Ghost Log Cabin
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Release DateApril 16, 2021
LabelGLTTR RECORDS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ché
Ché
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ché Johnson
Ché Johnson
Songwriter
Jared Evan
Jared Evan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jared Evan
Jared Evan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
As I prepare myself for becoming one of the best alive
I turn my head and notice distance between me and the guys
That I've befriended in my life who just haven't gotten a grip
I grab a hold of a pen, they grab a hold of a pen
But, yes, I pen with this pen, and they blow Os with they shit
My flows are nuclear, Chernobyl, opal stones in my fist
It's just a testament and evidence to will and passion
Grenade launch trade bombs in the form of some great songs
Life moves in slow motion, I'm feeling like Trey Songz
**** don't wanna clash, **** don't wanna knuckle up
Got a couple of kids I coulda been huddled with some of ya
Plotting world domination, now it's tables you waiting
How the tables have turned, I'm tipping the scales on those hating
And my ideas too fucking good to be sharing with half you ****
Half you **** fuckin' crafted ya acts off of my image
But I don't say that much 'cause really it don't matter to me
But if I see a **** talkin' 'bout a label that's heat
Or an art collective that they swear is running the streets
I'm gonna fuckin snap harder than open mic seats
Open mic eagle get hella personal on beats
'Cause if I don't I'll beat myself up worse than papa did me
I'm fuckin' sick ill, shit spills on my sheets
Nyquill will quell my thoughts to sleep
Hard to beat, hearts harp on some awful beats
And, man, that kick drum is dumb like Kenny Beats, ****
[Verse 2]
You won't be my Joe Jackson, ****, I'm not afraid of you
Or at least not anymore
I'll call Candace and ask her to be so candid when I question her
And ask her what she saw
Maybe she'll say something
Maybe she'll lie like how she did in the courts
Or she could cry whilst collecting all of her thoughts
That's an aside, but as I look in your eyes
I see a fuckin' child perpetuating his pop's actions
He made you feel like dirt, little man
And you defer to fist to fix all of that hurt and it ends with me
I'm breaking the cycle, breaking the chain
Cutting the cord that's connecting my consciousness to this pain
Umbilical
****, what you feeding to me?
What we been eating ain't been meeting our nutritional needs
Yeah you turned into skin and bone, shriveled up and alone
You don't have the fuckin' guts to break this chain on your own
And I feel bad for you, yeah, truly I feel bad for you
I think about you every time I vomit in a bathroom
I sit with mom triumphant 'cause I made it home
But I know this **** ain't gonna make it all on his own
Written by: Jared Siegel, Ché
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