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Front Porch
44
Hip-Hop/Rap
Front Porch was released on June 21, 2024 by 5TH YEAR as a part of the album FRONT PORCH - Single
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
Label5TH YEAR
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayne Black
Dayne Black
Lyrics
Brendan Cave
Brendan Cave
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Mitchell
Max Mitchell
Producer

Lyrics

Front porch sittin'
Sippin’ slow boy
Really never know
Guess ya really never know
Mmm mhmmm
Oh lord
When they play that one chord
Hear it in my soul
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
Front porch sittin'
Sippin’ slow boy
Really never know
Guess ya really never know
Mmm mhmmm
Oh lord
When they play that one chord
Hear it in my soul
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
They want a rude boy
All up in the news boy
Tryna keep it loose
I don’t need no new toys
Turn this hotel to castle
The whole world to a saddle
I’m a stallion i might ride it in
If the whole world is a battle field
The view serene from this coastline
Like grenadine
Those clouds part from the mezzanine
That white smoke is like tryptamine
7 hours just to visit mimi
3 years since they visit me
10 years been a sojourner
Only visit home when it’s Christmas eve
Front porch sittin'
Sippin’ slow boy
Really never know
Guess ya really never know
Mmm mhmmm
Oh lord
When they play that one chord
Hear it in my soul
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
Listen only if you will
I ain’t into pushy deals
Grew up out the mud in fields
Focused only on the yield
Oh lord
Now i’m the one in need of harvest
Always some storm tryna fuck it up
Ya
Said it’s steep, ya i agree
Better watch your throat from getting cut
I was in a rut
Switched it
Switched it
Off my gut
Take all of those digits
Move em right back where i’m from
But dollars don’t mean nothin
When we talking about the love
Dollars don’t mean nothin
If we talking about the blood
Going have to kill me on this hill
You can’t knock me off my stilt
They taught us how to build
Now that city pride is like Wilt
I’m the type of tree that don’t wilt
I’m the type that money can’t fill
I’m the type to feel like Bill
And kill the deal if it ain’t right
Front porch sittin'
Sippin’ slow boy
Really never know
Guess ya really never know
Mmm mhmmm
Oh lord
When they play that one chord
Hear it in my soul
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
Front porch sittin'
Sippin’ slow boy
Really never know
Guess ya really never know
Mmm mhmmm
Oh lord
When they play that one chord
Hear it in my soul
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
Written by: Brendan Cave, Dayne Black
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