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SourSo
Hip-Hop/Rap
SourSo was released on February 1, 2023 by 5074317 Records DK as a part of the album OoLaLa
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AlbumOoLaLa
Release DateFebruary 1, 2023
Label5074317 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Songwriter
Caleb Taquire
Caleb Taquire
Songwriter

Lyrics

While you trippin', salad spinnin', smokin' out our pace
Sit back and relax for a vibe you know I ain't
Used to bein' bully, you can push and then pull me
Back at Koma Lines, just some filler, they put me
In this place complacent, where I'm calm, no complainin
And I call it as I see it, so I'm coating my paintings
Coatin' skin in color black and gray on the daily
Weekly renovatin', thoughts a week, they don't say things
Sure it wasn't me, so it's gotta be you
Homie, homie, homie, homie
Sure it wasn't you, type of thing that you do
Surely, surely, surely, surely
Sour, so it's sour, so my flavor buds are pissed
And so they stay on sour, not for nothin', but then if
Sour songs, that's how my hours can stay on, travel quick
Up and down my spine, like your nervous system twitch
So we speak in silence, so we speak in silence
So we speak in silence, so we speak in silence
I'm gone, ay, ay, I'm gone
So we speak in silence, so we speak in silence
So we speak in silence, so we speak in silence
I'm gone, ay, ay, I'm gone
Wander back, you wonder things, funny your mind thinks
Of you as some stupid piece of shit, I do mind it
Hate always these feelings, numb and blind when I'm thriving
Oh, when I'm out dying, nights alone, I ain't tryin
Tried and tried and tried, still two mountains I'll rise
Being one with water, psycho, fall down and die, ay
So I fall down and die, ay, and I fall down and die
While you trippin', salads bent, and smokin' out our pace
Sit back and relax for a vibe you know I ain't
Used to being bullied, you can push and then pull me
Back and call my lines just to feel that they put me
In this place complacent, where I'm calm, no complainin
And I call it as I see it, so I'm codin' my paintings
Coatin' skin and color, black and gray in the daily
Weekly renovating, thoughts are weak, they don't say things
Sure it wasn't me, so it's gotta be you
Homie, homie, homie, homie
Sure it wasn't you, type of thing that you do
Surely, surely, surely, surely
Sour, so it's sour, so my flavor buds are pissed
And so they stay on sour, not for nothin' but their niff
Sour songs and sound, my house can stay untraveled quick
Up and down my spine like your nervous system twitch
So we speak in silence, so do we speak in silence
So we speak in silence, so let's speak in silence
I'm gone
I'm gone
So we speak in silence, so do we speak in silence
So we speak in silence, so let's speak in silence
I'm gone
I'm gone
Written by: Brian Jones, Caleb Taquire
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