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Bloom
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bloom was released on October 14, 2020 by PEARL, Partnered with Fashionably Early LLC as a part of the album Bloom - Single
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Release DateOctober 14, 2020
LabelPEARL, Partnered with Fashionably Early LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PEARL
PEARL
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warner Meadows
Warner Meadows
Songwriter
Ezemdi Akalonu
Ezemdi Akalonu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warner Meadows
Warner Meadows
Producer
Ezemdi Akalonu
Ezemdi Akalonu
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Hey
Yeah
(Yeah)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon, right?
We some wolves, we be howling out in the moonlight
All these records, we taking 'em to the tomb
Even if you bury us, you know we still gon' bloom
You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon, right? (Right)
We some wolves, we be howling up in the moonlight (Yeah)
All these records, we taking 'em to the tomb
Even if you bury us, you know we still gon' bloom
What's the deal? Ayy
[Verse 1]
Who is this? Bloody crucifix and a Buddha stick
Dirty kicks, bumpin' "Dirty Diana" and Ludacris
Hits a lick, hollers that it's brick, hobbles in a ditch
Then hides the hollow tips up in a thicket, shit
Listens to some Clipse, decides it's time to be grinding
But never was a Crip and doesn't know where to find 'em
Aging like fine wine, an agent of tine rhymes
Pages of high signs, courageous and bright-minded
Engages in sixty-nine, but erupted in '96
Arranges like sixty dimes, but corrupted 'em with his tricks
Silly rabbit with a habit of nuptial commits
Scammin' 'em like Joanne, what a bandit, yo, what a dick
Take a walk in his shoes, this **** might be the Grinch
Rhyming like Dr. Seuss plus a hypodermic syringe
Infringing on borderlines with a borderline intellect
With a Piccadilly persona, politically incorrect
What's the deal, ****?
[Chorus]
You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon, right?
We some wolves, we be howling up to the moonlight
All these records, we taking 'em to the tomb
Even if you bury us, you know we still gon' bloom (Yeah)
You know PEARL be ascending up to the moon, right?
We some wolves, we howling up to the moonlight
All these records, we taking 'em to the tomb (Yeah)
Even if you bury us, you know we still gon' bloom
What's the deal, homie?
[Verse 2]
Okay, one, two, three, four, five
I need someone to check if I am still alive
'Cause I've been in the dirt
Constant fear of racial profiling and getting murked
Leave of absence for leaving me absent
Adamant about trafficking my soul to the masses
Or maybe trade my spirit for molasses
See, this is the story of a young Black man
Six inches deep in a system that pimps his ass for the green
Taking one for the team, regressing his self-esteem
Professing that he's supreme, but all they see is unclean, stop
I look up to God for guidance
Ask Him, "Please stop the violence," I'm on autopilot
I listened, I had a revelation
He said, "Read Revelations, start a revolution"
I feel like Turner, I feel like Newton
I feel like Kenyatta, ****, I feel like Bambaataa
Wanna pop me like piñata, but now I'm the shotta
My man, I'm the head rocka who stay introspective
Fire brimstone 'pon uno be disrespecting
And y'all still ain't get the message
That's why my mama stayed overprotective
'Cause she didn't want her lil' boy corrupted by all the noise, man
Written by: Ezemdi Akalonu, Warner Meadows
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