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wunblud
103
Hip-Hop/Rap
wunblud was released on August 14, 2025 by afrosurrealist as a part of the album BUYBRITISH
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Release DateAugust 14, 2025
Labelafrosurrealist
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ceebo
Ceebo
Rap
EHSI
EHSI
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ceebo ⠀
Songwriter
EHSI ⠀
Songwriter
afrosurrealist ⠀
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
afrosurrealist
afrosurrealist
Producer

Lyrics

Modern vampires of the city
Hunting blood
Blood
Blood
Bending her back how I'm bending the law
Jeffrey's Road, a benz and a draw, and a couple of O's
Just me and a duffell on road, all black like the hair on my jaw
I seen kitties, smoking their life away
'Cah they ain't gotta die to see hell
Buj, white or spice like Ciel
Memories, washed in the mind like Mielle
Spit these shards of mine on FL
I know that I need to make a change
But I know that I need to make some change
But the rock for the ends can't paper chase
You won't get that, you ain't made a name
I ain't cat no flow, claimed a lane
Dem bruddas are swerving, hydroplaning
Me? I always save for rain
Me and R just reasoning, school days man try bang the greazy ting
Coulda peppered the ends like seasoning
Now we just wanna bring new seasons in, 'cah
It ain't hard to love life
I used bawl on some nights
With my dargs, a tough life, hugged the block, dumb tight
Chugged it all, to numb minds
A fool once but I loved twice
JD, with nuff ice, Dreams live they all die
Kill me, they all tried
'Cah they wanna Be Cee, not before Christ
Oh well that's all life, tell my girl to hold tight
I know I can be distant, I still see visions of fishing if caught bait on the road like
Paranoid my whole life, my dad's legacy, mental health in the cemetery
But separately, when mi garn, then mi garn, I don't care if you don't remember me
Cah the bills ain't paid with memory
Otherwise, we wouldn't lived in a hostel
Weren't no apostles helping us
See man they can tell it's no wealth in us
'Cah we came from pain, but maybe the wealth's in the smile on my face, and them rich pricks
With them stiff lips gotta change
Either way, guess the game is the game
Party flexing's an ahole mistake
He came with a chain, got made to a stain
Jugging to death is the aim on the lane
But no one remembers the name of the slain
Catch me puff puff on the baitest strip, walking back from nine-five
On my way to attend to my five-nine
Spit life on a riddim and try to rhyme
Do a show and a set from time to time
And I can't say that I'm the kind to lie
I'm sat stressed 'cah my songs don't connect so I doubt like"maybe these ain't livest lines"
But I'm in too deep quit now
All my grief I did drown, in an ocean of liquor but now I'm Tom Daley
I dive in the pain, for the gold on a daily
Reminisce, we were never kids, that's crazy
So I'm tryna live backwards lately
Whether you hate me, whether you rate me, There won't be a next me 'till you cremate me
A realer guy (YB)
One blood two blood
Flood up my cup
One blood two blood
Flood up my cup
One blood, two blood brothers
One mother, some brothers
Drug smugglers, runners and young thugs
Was a runner up, now I'm running up
Wanna get to number ones with quickness
Get the gang rich
Clique full of stunnas and stoners
Fuck scamming, I'm handling munyun
Correctly, but some bros up suh
Still sell stones for a stoney
Move a civilian, cool with the Christians
Rude with the writtens
My mission in music, groovy and different riddims
Tuned into the game
Still a junior, read my pain
Grew up on drill
Did drills, improving my lyrics
Listened to critics, even the rudest opinions
Boosted my vision, viewed it a bit different
Inhibitions removed
Considered submitting to soothing scriptures
Included it in routine
Sheen in my image, undisciplined teen
Need to be dressed in Celine, Supreme
Baggy jeans, materialistic
Brand spanking new brands off bands in the bank
Even dressed in a Osbatt tracksuit
Still got my hands in my pants
Understand I'm a black yute from the ends
Disputes are a given
Damned if I don't damned if I do whack you
Damned if I don't damned if I do hit him
E really do this, E really does this
Truth is a given
Smooth with the women
Who's that bae with the blue on acrylics
Shift and move from women addiction
Model or vixen, amused by muses
I'm a living contradiction
Mentally losing screws, fixing it
Nuclear set up but I'm blue like I'm crippin' it
Clear juice, I'm sippin' it
Meddled in medicine, future indefinite
Used to bloodlet to settle the sickness
Spread good lessons to mental of kids
Youtdem business
Separate from kettles in kitchens
I'm sitting in sun
Gyming, fitness up
While I drink this rum
Tun up till it's done
Buy British summer
Buy British summer, it's dumb
In my spirit
In my blood
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my cup
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my cup
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my cup
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my cup
Wunblud, two blood
Flood up my cup, uh
Cup
Written by: Ceebo ⠀, EHSI ⠀, afrosurrealist ⠀
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