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Budapest
41
Hip-Hop/Rap
Budapest was released on March 14, 2025 by Mum's House Records as a part of the album before the noise my cousin
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Release DateMarch 14, 2025
LabelMum's House Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Otis Mensah
Otis Mensah
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Mensah
Otis Mensah
Songwriter
Mathis Peckedrath
Mathis Peckedrath
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
the intern
the intern
Producer
Elias Koraus
Elias Koraus
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I remember rapping for rapping's sake
I was so ahead of time, I reminisced on my latter days
Every school break was a matinee
Clenched my teeth until Saturday
I felt forsaken with two left feet alone at the cabaret
I learnt that life was no carousel and to carry weight
A mule in the maze, kicking back at the barricade
Lost in song, I sun dance to decorate the shame
I grew a way with words
Lusted night and adorned the shade
The moth that spoke to light
Dreams and their latent ways
The self sabotage salivates over past mistakes
In palaces of sand, the sculptor of naivety
A carpenter of queen cascades, in a bad place
From a class tamed
To a class cage
Shook off the mascaraed in a rat race
Marry pain with the ballet
A late bloomer
Every story a mustard seed in the ashtray
I never left the petri dish and this my last day
Aye, just an axon in a pathway
I was an acer tree
You were an evergreen
The winter wilted wonder but our love will never fade
I spent ten thousand hours on a hundred thousand poems
Whisper words around the sun
And dedicate them all to her
Drop my need to be a stoic
Kicking leafs and squeeze the moment
The self is sort of flimsy but this hope will never curb
So I might bend but I won't break
See I might bend but I won't break.
I ain't flexing, I might bend but I won't break
You can test me, I might bend but I won't.
I still love her, that's just common sense
She gave me clemency, a place to rest
I eat off fantasy, afraid of friends
Turn off the dream and try and make the bed
Abduct my mind a little, take myself away from self
I work the job and shake the chainmail 'til the wage is well
I spit that sacred, feeling naked on a bed of nails
And if this ship don't sail then throw me in the wishing well
Writing for catharsis
Riding darkness in this kiss and tell
Abyss that's so abysmal but art is sort of visceral
Hide my fear
Hide my heart inside the interval
Waiting on everything
False-hope is like a discipline
Whistle blowing post-truth
Your sermon's pitiful
Though the fall is cyclical, my soul's formidable
In Sunday service but on Monday I might sin again
By her fruit, she's Godsent and there to pick me up
I spent ten thousand hours on a hundred thousand poems
Whisper words around the sun
And dedicate them all to her
Drop my need to be a stoic
Kicking leafs and squeeze the moment
The self is sort of flimsy but this hope will never curb
So I might bend but I won't break
See I might bend but I won't break
I ain't flexing, I might bend but I won't break
You can test me, I might bend but I won't
Written by: Liam Otis Mensah, Mathis Peckedrath
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