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VAULTED CEILINGS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
VAULTED CEILINGS was released on August 29, 2025 by Desert Water Records/ Denim and Bread LLC as a part of the album SUNSET GALLERY
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelDesert Water Records/ Denim and Bread LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Waves
Jay Waves
Rap
Rich the Gift
Rich the Gift
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Mobley
Jamal Mobley
Songwriter
Oshea Miller
Oshea Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gigerich
Brian Gigerich
Engineer

Lyrics

This shit feel like marble floors, marble table
24k trimming, high ceilings and all that shit
Aye, five star meals in the hills, that's what life about
Deals on the table, eatin food, some shit I can't pronounce
Wearing' Burberry just to eat, but we was at the house
Wake up and then play tennis, smokin' by the fountain
You can have the world in your hands
Just gotta grind about it, brought the stu to the BNB
Tryna find a sound
Record like we rich right now, cause that's the mindset
Top off, but lookin' for T-tops and 85 vets
Six nine Maro's I'm a pharaoh, she tryna find sex
Born a king I just want the cream or divine neck
Give me mines, I'm like Barry Bonds, if it's a concept
A city boy, you could tell by the pep in my step
A west side baby, born by the water
The Bay gave me game, but AZ made me sharper
Double up, then triple up if you just startin
But don't shit change but the address
I'm in a space that you can't enter
Samurai with the papaya Japanese blenders
If she bad and touchin' fetti, then I'm on a fender
And I ain't sniffin coke bumps but I been on a bender
Countin' chicken like the colonel, know we stand on business
I know **** that did drills then took the stand for witness
Promise to never shortchange em, ain't no grams missin
They askin how the flow sturdy, know my bag different
St. Charles sixteen, I was bag pitchin
Malibu at thirty two, I'm eatin crab and spinach
My ex reply to all my stories, say I'm actin' different
Catch a flight then hit the strip, I'm probably saks fifth'n ****
Everything is mapped out, I know why they trippin
All these blues in my pocket, baby, think I'm crippin
Yeah, they say them boys cold
But can they go the distance, I bet we go the distance
Written by: Jamal Mobley, Oshea Miller
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