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Outside
Hip-Hop/Rap
Outside was released on May 28, 2024 by darkcoldalone as a part of the album Afterlife
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Release DateMay 28, 2024
Labeldarkcoldalone
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lang
Lang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Langston Swinton
Langston Swinton
Songwriter
Brianna Garcia
Brianna Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IWANTDIOR
IWANTDIOR
Producer

Lyrics

Shawty ask where I’m at
I’m at studio high
Tell her pull up, slide
Smoked half this blunt
Tryna clear my mind
Shawty waiting outside
I took half this pill
Tryna have a good time
Good drugs, good vibes
Heard the Opps inside, and they pockets hurting
They pockets crying
My gun on my side, see snakes in disguise
It’s making me nervous
They killing my vibe, I cover my eyes
Ain’t shaking no hands
I walk past on purpose
Flexing on purpose
No I’m not shy
Baby I’m high
You see this shit burning
These **** be low, but I see them lurking
And these bullets gon’ burn him
And these bullets gon’ burn him!
They hot as a furnace
Walk in with that fye
That girl she on fye
And she wanna fuck me, think I’m perfect
She'll give me head in the backseat
Want my kids like 2012 Kony, yeah
And she think she know me
She just know I ball like I’m Kobe
Shawty ask where I’m at
I’m at studio high
Tell her pull up, slide
Smoked half this blunt
Tryna clear my mind
Shawty waiting outside
I took half this pill
Tryna have a good time
Good drugs, good vibes
Heard the Opps inside, and they pockets hurting
They pockets crying
I put my favorite hoe in Moschino
I put my mama in some Chanel
I fill my pockets up with them C-notes
So many deads like we in Hell
And I keep a cross cause everything’s evil
Hit that bitch once, she wanting a sequel
We’re all the same but we are not equals
And I turn this money making shit into a habit
No I am not playing, yeah
And I ain’t want ice on my neck told the jeweler just keep that shit plain
Shawty ask where I’m at
I’m at studio high
Tell her pull up, slide
Smoked half this blunt
Tryna clear my mind
Shawty waiting outside
I took half this pill
Tryna have a good time
Good drugs, good vibes
Heard the Opps inside, and they pockets hurting
They pockets crying
Written by: Brianna Garcia, Langston Swinton
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