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Tijuana
6,567
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tijuana was released on October 24, 2024 by Dropout UK Ltd as a part of the album Tijuana - Single
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Release DateOctober 24, 2024
LabelDropout UK Ltd
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French The Kid
French The Kid
Performer
William Corbett
William Corbett
Vocals
Freddie Poole PKA X10
Freddie Poole PKA X10
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Corbett
William Corbett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddie Poole PKA X10
Freddie Poole PKA X10
Producer
Reuben Bell
Reuben Bell
Recording Engineer
Dukus
Dukus
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Smoking on that purple Tijuana
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama
Keep that mic between my palm like namaste
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer
Things are never ever really what they say
I met the Devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape
[Verse 1]
Let me escape
I'm in the club and I'm fading away
I got a stunner, she want me to stay
I don't if they knew, but they couldn't relate
Yo
I never the same
Things in my head, it won't let me explain
Roll up a ahh, roll up a plane
For all of my hitters that's stuck in a cage
Free up the gang
Free up the squad
Living a party, I live it a lot
Smoke and Bacardi, I pivot the spot
My girl is a baddie, your girl is a–
Smoking a box, smoking a lot
Fuck it this isn't a regular job
I couldn't ever get rid of my
I couldn't even get rid of my mob
[Chorus]
Smoking on that purple Tijuana
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama
Keep that mic between my palm like namaste
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer
Things are never ever really what they say
I met the Devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape
[Verse 2]
Look, similar face
Fuck it I'll never see nothing the same
Table à Paris, I'm still on the plane
Told her when she want it she getting the same
Told 'em when they want it I never delay
Sat on the train, out of my face, what can I say?
Tryna find another way, another level-up
Filling up a double cup
Steppers to the left
You can come with us
I ain't tryna hit the club
Took her to the Shard
Now the girl in love
Several ballies in the truck
Looking for the car, picking up the gloves
Really aiming for above, praying to the Lord, is it all enough?
[Chorus]
Smoking on that purple Tijuana
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama
Keep that mic between my palm like namaste
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer
Things are never ever really what they say
I met the Devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape
Written by: William Corbett
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