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Crowned
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Crowned was released on April 19, 2024 by The Soapbox Presents as a part of the album Chrome Valley
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Release DateApril 19, 2024
LabelThe Soapbox Presents
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mahogany L. Browne
Mahogany L. Browne
Lead Vocals
Sean Mason
Sean Mason
Piano
Ekep Nkwelle
Ekep Nkwelle
Background Vocals
Jillian Grace
Jillian Grace
Background Vocals
Russell Hall
Russell Hall
Upright Bass
Domo Branch
Domo Branch
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mahogany L. Browne
Mahogany L. Browne
Lyrics
Sean Mason
Sean Mason
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Muth
Chris Muth
Mastering Engineer
Todd Whitelock
Todd Whitelock
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If the mouth is a house
Then most days I am homeless
My Mama taught me
Women are loved best when silent
Once I leaned into a man’s shoulder blade
I haven’t found my tongue ever since
I hear my father is a dream boat
It is no wonder I am afraid of the sea
Each wave carries a sound I don’t have the courage to carry
If the mouth has four walls
Then is the roof a spotless wonder?
My Mama fetched her voice box for a pipe once
I’ve been scared of smoke ever since
No mouth
No cave
No casket
No shadow
My mouth harbors love like a well
Except most days the container is brittle
I’ve been taught to fear large bodies of water
And boats
And men with the collarbone of a man i can’t remember
But will always relocate the familiar
Hum
Mommy mouth screamed at a gun twice
Each shot siren sung like an air raid
Or a prison break
Or a black man’s back
I am always concerned with my tone
San Quentin children learn they place
In the limestone
Somewhere;
My father got a skeleton awake and swaying
I’m still afraid to go home
I’ve learned to live amongst a commune of ghosts
Each ghost got a special something
And remind me of sin
Where all the women talk real loud
Let men marry them or not
Hit them or not
Leave them then come back
Years passed and skin sagged
Locks unchained
Mouths unhinged
And swinging hello
To any two-bit hustler with swagger
No matter
If he arrive with another woman’s scent tucked in his collarbone
My mommy used to sing to me
I’ve no proof
But my spirit whispers sunsilk memoir in my dreams
Anytime I hear a horn scuttle across the dusty room
I think:
This sound smells like my mother
It’s the best kind of sleep
Way after dusk
Well before I wake
With a bullet between my teeth
Written by: Mahogany L. Browne, Sean Mason
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