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Walkout
Hip-Hop/Rap
Walkout was released on September 13, 2024 by Jechava Productions as a part of the album Before He Blew Up
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Release DateSeptember 13, 2024
LabelJechava Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Echavarria
Jonathan Echavarria
Songwriter
Christian Esparza
Christian Esparza
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey Yolanda, how's your Wednesday going?
Not bad, not bad, uh, I wanted to let you know your employee, the young guy, he gave me his parking key.
My employee?
Yeah, yeah he said "dang it, I had it, I'm sick of it" or something.
Wait what? When did he do this?
Just a few minutes ago, he just left, he didn't tell you?
Thanks Yolanda.
What the fuck? He was supposed to be picking up the Congresswoman… Oh she- Hi Congresswoman, Jonathan just walked out of the job.
Dang it I've had it, I'm sick of the chatter
My spirit is battered and tattered
A sheet on the mattress never been badder
Upward climbing up the ladder
Till my nose is up their ass and
I completely lack compassion
The devil is askin' for some action
I had to walk-out like the 1968 walkouts
In East LA they don't play
When I say how my day played, here's what I say
Today I had to walk out
My boss I had to block out
Inside I had a black out
I had a power shutout
Crazy neighbor accusations
I don't wanna grab the taser
But I feel my heart is racing'
Salutations, then we get to clashin' like some nations
Mama when I'm all alone
I get sucked into my phone
Wishin' I was on the road
Accomplishing all of my goals
Then I'd have to boast, gloat, crow, do the most
Ah, ah, ah, I love the moans
When I'm sucking your toes
Then I lick your soles
As I look into your soul
Tell me why you're cold
Texts are always froze
I am like that snowman
By summer I'll be toast
Today I had to walk out
My boss I had to block out
Inside I had a black out
I had a power shutout
Crazy neighbor accusations
I don't wanna grab the taser
But I feel my heart is racing'
Salutations, then we get to clashin' like some nations
Abuelito came from Mexico
He was illegal
Abuelita came from San Pedro
Together they settled in Redondo
Where they brought into this world
Six girls, cinco chicos, equals once hijos
Built the house with his hands
When they broke his shit
Papa would then beat they ass
My dad was the third to last
Violent tests he was sure to pass
Cause he had to be a man
Man, when he met my mom
I hope you'll understand
That they talked just like once
Did not have the funds
Thought they were in love
Had a daughter and a son
And I am one of them
Ask me why I'm here
I think I'm speaking clear
Today I had to walk out
My boss I had to block out
Inside I had a black out
I had a power shutout
Crazy neighbor accusations
I don't wanna grab the taser
But I feel my heart is racing'
Salutations, then we get to clashin'
Like some nations
Yeah, time for a lane change
Level 3: Returning home to Redondo Beach
Written by: Christian Esparza, Jonathan Echavarria
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