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Early Bird
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Early Bird was released on April 11, 2024 by Nueborne as a part of the album Juggathon
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Release DateApril 11, 2024
LabelNueborne
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drae Sativ
Drae Sativ
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Blose
William Blose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Thrasher
London Thrasher
Producer

Lyrics

They said back to back on that work then got back to work
I tried to put them on that shit but they gotta' learn to serve
You see the black truck on that Monday, I got a bird to serve
I need a black cheque like no fronter, just like the early bird
I put on shit that ain't cheap then we got rich for days
I got to bag that Hermes seat like I'm in my petty ways
Remember this shit wasn't even that sweet, I had to get it my way
I put this shit on and let them see but that ain't the only way
I'm putting shit down, our sonic waves are getting just problem sized
Put on the Bape then put on the Christian Loubes and get mob ties
I'm stuck in the yo but I'll put on a No
I get on that pelican glide
I'm popping my shit, get to dropping my shit and I'm dropping my bitch no lie
Say I'm burning the chicken, I'm burning the chicken, I like when my shit is fried
Pop racks, that's motion drive
Step out for peace of mind
Taking, I just love the digits and I get to mixing but we can't leave nothing behind
Touchdown, I can't make no move, stop in the kitchen first
They in the lab and just getting blues, I gotta' get shit off the stove
They getting mad, we making em' choose and I love the paper so they gon' know
Walking shit like we spinning
Getting fried like it's Denny's
I'm a menace like Denace, but I get the m and replenish
I'm stuck in the yo but I'll put on a No
I get on that pelican glide
I'm popping my shit, get to dropping my shit and I'm dropping my bitch no lie
Say I'm burning the chicken, I'm burning the chicken, I like when my shit is fried
Pop racks, that's motion drive
Step out for peace of mind
Taking, I just love the digits and I get to mixing but we can't leave nothing behind
Touchdown, I can't make no move, stop in the kitchen first
They in the lab and just getting blues, I gotta' get shit off the stove
They getting mad, we making em' choose and I love the paper so they gon' know
Written by: William Blose
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