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Next stop
81
R&B/Soul
Next stop was released on July 30, 2025 by Topshelf Records as a part of the album Palimpsesa
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Release DateJuly 30, 2025
LabelTopshelf Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mal Devisa
Mal Devisa
Performer
Deja Carr
Deja Carr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deja Carr
Deja Carr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Pizzoferrato
Justin Pizzoferrato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I be counting compliments like they was calories on Jenny Craig
Scouting empty beats to bury my seed in the thread
Shedding skin, snake bites like a jealous writer
Writing empty songs that could blow yours out the water
I I sank your battleship
C’mon let’s take a dip
I will use my grammy as a microphone sink or swim
Now I’m just being grimm (reaper)
I’m Reed’s feature and he’s in a Mal Devisa t-shirt
Fuck an ep this is the masterpiece
This is a monument for all the kids who look like me
I’m talking serious, maybe it’s Maybelline or maybe it’s because
Without this beat I couldn’t fucking breathe
The music scene is so small ya big girl shrunk it
You knew my name since middle school. Who’da funk it?
But quit calling me famous I’m nameless I’m homeless I own this postpone this no bus money no phone
Drama’s daughter holy water yeah I’m relentless
Made a couple dollars selling white boys my setlist
They was in the basement blowing kisses to my fretless
They say you the misses I’m the mister let’s forget this
Every night check a city off my checklist
Burning down Birmingham next stop Texas
Every night check a city off my checklist
Ripping up the room then I wore it like a necklace
Lone wolf never be cute enough for family
Respectability my arch enemy can’t stand it
Like Brad Pitt and Jolie I adopt the blackness
Give it my last name and wear it like (no) blackface
And don’t call me an angel, I fucking hate baseball
My skin crawls deeper than a poem by Neruda
I used to write poetry and hopefully slam it
Now I rock the medicine cabinet dammit
Yesterday I tried to give my white friend cornrows
She said, “ow Deja” I said, “(bitch) you ain’t punk rock”
I’m Bad Brains you Sonic Youth I’m giving you the honest truth
I meditate in mosh pits and hesitate to talk to you
Hap-hazard half ass hands down the best
Breathing up my lyrics vapor rub on my chest
Put a hex on my ex now he talks out his neck
Voodoo chile what will you do next
Every night check a city off my checklist
Burning down Birmingham next stop Texas
Every night check a city off my checklist
Ripping up the room then I wore it like a necklace
My life my city my star my shine
(burning down Birmingham next stop Texas)
Written by: Deja Carr
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