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Murakami
R&B/Soul
Murakami was released on July 31, 2024 by CUZMA as a part of the album Milia
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AlbumMilia
Release DateJuly 31, 2024
LabelCUZMA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM55

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cuzma
Cuzma
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cuzma
Cuzma
Composer
Come Bruckler
Come Bruckler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cuzma
Cuzma
Producer

Lyrics

3 am, Mood Fm
MM Food, MF DOOM
Mad villains, rain knocking
Blue light, red light, beat down, black eye
Blood cough, morphine, leaning back
Life's a bitch and then you die.
I dream of a beach and a pink sky
Au 36ème dessous, j'ai des trous dans mes ailes
Plus de réel, Entre chien et loup, j'accélère dans le beamer
Je sais plus ce que je ressens, les aiguilles sur le compteur
Indiquent plus de 200, j'ai plus peur d'elles, je suis juste mortel
Biarritz, Casino, Vegas, Parano
Je jette mes pièces, machine à souhait
Loin de mon stud, perdu dans le sud
Je prends 2, 3, Calmants
Je croise, les doigts, les yeux absents
En repensant à nous deux
Mon torse de tord, je pleure en morse
Je voudrais bien planer mais le pastis ne fonctionne plus
J'en ai trop bu, J'en ai trop bu
Je prends une pilule bleue
Une fleur me sourit
Je me perds dans ses yeux
Nuage Murakami
You flowers talking to me, Can you tell me, tell me
Why am I stranded on the shore? Why am I...
Were you lost? Were you gone?
Were you, were you, were you Murakami? Murakami?
Were you lost? Were you gone?
Were you, were you, were you Murakami? Murakami?
Murakami?
Murakami?
Je suis Kafka sous influence nippon
Je suis Cuzma sans rivages ni ponts
Je fais des cauchemars de mes rêves, je me referme sur moi-même
Des cauchemars de mes rêves, je me referme sur moi-même
Les pensées passent, s'effacent, mais tu restes dans ma tête
Les pensées passent, s'effacent, mais tu restes dans ma tête
Crissement de pneus, flash lumineux, puis tout s'arrête
Don't wanna wake up If you ain't there
For you, no prenup, I swear, I swear
You gave me this ring, but I left to believe
In the dreams I conceive
In a hurry, Berry, Georgia, Atlanta, fading away
Fading away, you're fading away, away, away, away, away, away
Written by: Come Bruckler, Cuzma
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