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Can't Contain
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Jungle/Drum'n'bass
Can't Contain was released on March 22, 2024 by Xen0christ as a part of the album Can't Contain - Single
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Release DateMarch 22, 2024
LabelXen0christ
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM171

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Van Rynswoud
Jack Van Rynswoud
Songwriter
Brandon Turberville
Brandon Turberville
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plague
Plague
Producer
Brutei
Brutei
Producer

Lyrics

Medicate, I got to fuck up and now I can't see straight
Suffocate, all this mental damage fuck my mental state
Early grave, 6 feet, decay where the bodies lay
No mistake, seething all my energy I can't contain
Back up, back against the wall and now I can't stop
Red dot, hanging out the window with the Glock cocked
Blood clot, picking up the pieces with the mag dropped
Full stop, see your body laying on the sidewalk
Twitching while my trigger finger itching I'mma switch it up
Fixing all my issues with the liquid I'mma live it up
Pick it up, fuck it I'mma hit you with the stitch it up
Fuck it up, What?
Me and Xen0 charged up bouta beat 'em to an open grave
Knock his lights out like the beat just dropped up in the fucking rave
Crack his jaw, blood I’ll spill will leave 'em with a bitter taste
Bitches getting closer beg me to scream in their fucking face
Dap me up if you’re feeling this one
Slap 'em up till their breathing is done
You and me there’s just too much distance
Can’t coexist, only fuck with real ones
Mana get fucking up no more haze
Steppin' to me better count your days
Your bitch calls I'mma leave that place
Cameras off I don’t leave no trace
Fuck it up, shifting through the gears so fuck a steady rate
Back it up, fucking up off the drugs I'm bouta levitate
Meditate, keep my mindset fixed I'm in a better state
Mitigate, fuck all of your claims I ain't your fucking mate
Medicate, I got to fuck up and now I can't see straight
Suffocate, all this mental damage fuck my mental state
Early grave, 6 feet, decay where the bodies lay
No mistake, seething all my energy I can't contain
Back up, back against the wall and now I can't stop
Red dot, hanging out the window with the Glock cocked
Blood clot, picking up the pieces with the mag dropped
Full stop, see your body laying on the sidewalk
Twitching while my trigger finger itching I'mma switch it up
Fixing all my issues with the liquid I'mma live it up
Pick it up, fuck it I'mma hit you with the stitch it up
Fuck it up, What?
Written by: Brandon Turberville, Jack Van Rynswoud
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