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Isabelle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Isabelle was released on December 25, 2019 by STAY DEAD BOYS LLC as a part of the album Chapter 1: DEADZONE
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Release DateDecember 25, 2019
LabelSTAY DEAD BOYS LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Smith
Alex Smith
Songwriter
Thiago Souza
Thiago Souza
Songwriter
Miles Evans
Miles Evans
Songwriter
Christopher Wright
Christopher Wright
Songwriter
Nick Mccorkle
Nick Mccorkle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bluknight
Bluknight
Producer

Lyrics

Used to used to used to chill off whitecap in my younger days
Dream I’d get it like that off a hundred plays
Only check I had on my cap, feeling something strange
Now I’m working hard, working hard got these hunger pains
Coupled with this ball and chain, I feel like cabasas
IPhone in the shop, yeah I be working in my casa
Skipping out on haircuts, they can’t make imposters
Been the one and only, I ain’t never been no toss up
Wanna’ end my fucking life I’ve had enough of it
Label like Columbus acting like they just discovered this
I keep my music money online, yeah that e-P
A thou-y in a second that’s a fucking easy e-G
Like Isabelle I’ll kick your ass up in this Gucci sweater
Waste away our days you only talking about the fucking weather
Sorry if I don’t reply it’s just you’re not that interesting
I got better things to do I’m sorry I ain’t listening
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you? Uh
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you? Uh
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
How’s your day man? how’s your bae doing?
Do she do that rain dance? Let’s get rained on
Say no more, shit, I’ll fuck her make her cum galore
Blasting off, I nut in eye so what would I feel humble for?
2019 fam, and we can’t find agreement
By now so with no pretence, admit that we some heathens
Yea I’m steady preaching, but ain’t nothin what the pastor say
Titties nice, ass is great, swear ‘fore god tho passion fade
Except for this shit, repetition for my betterment
Chilling bitch you, bet I been, run and fucking, tell a friend
I don’t need no inspiration I got years of ideas
A legion of my worst lines would kill off what you got
Stay dead boys, that's what I'm about ****
Rick James four words, fuck your couch ****
I just took a piss and I saw monster coming out ****
I got white fans, so I should probably stop saying this word
From cradle to the grave, mind state stayed the same
Get the cheese, dirty rat on the race, turn this meeting to a rave
Could you please fuck up of my way, give me 22 feet
That's 11 young rambunctious monsters stomping your ass to this beat
God damn I can't contain it, thank god I do not plan to
Underground like a Diglett, blending in like a Sandshrew
It's the yellowman, no deejay though, you a busta, CJ hoe
Dotte did his dirty deeds now it's for he go home
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you? Uh
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you? Uh
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Bitch it's ticky, ticky awg
Really getting off
I ain't fucking with you itty bitty dogs
I ain't really trying to feat on shitty songs
I ain't really trying to read a shitty blog
I been like this since 1964
23 but inside I'm 54
Grumpy cat, everybody piss me off
Grimy rap, yeah shit is wishy wash
Do the dishes, do the dishes
Yo my shit been piling up, I'm tight as fuck, the food is sticking
Who would listen to a slob like me? Ai que nojo
No predictions of the god i'll be
That's why i told you I'm a beast
Please don't make me show my teeth
I been biting off heads
I ain't brushed my shit in weeks
I just need a stick of gum
You just need to get it done
Coming up with these excuses
Don't waste time thinking of one
We hit and run this shit
Written by: Alex Smith, Christopher Wright, Miles Evans, Nick Mccorkle, Thiago Souza
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