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Sundown
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Alternative Rap
Sundown was released on October 24, 2025 by Evil Ebenezer Music as a part of the album Sundown - Single
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelEvil Ebenezer Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evil Ebenezer
Evil Ebenezer
Vocals
C-Lance
C-Lance
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Composer
Gaelan Bleasdale
Gaelan Bleasdale
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Lance
C-Lance
Producer
Nato
Nato
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo yo this ain’t no regular introduction
This is ebenezer with the gauge at the function
And I’m in a mood to start dumping
So don’t be trying to do no worm or start crumping
I’m fixated on the cash that’s my discipline
So focused on the stash no Ritalin
Hold your breath you in deep where the Sharks swim
You can smell the blood right off of my dogs tims
I need a place where I can raise my kin
Away from all the madness and the rat race that I’m in
No time for crying this ain’t Christian camp
I don’t wanna hear bout how ya pissed your pants
Your shorty tryna slide on the dick for a gram
I might let her she thick like a Christmas ham
I wrote my first verse in that 94 Jetta
Out in Chilliwack in my Pelle Pelle sweater
Oh my lord how the years have gone by
Rest in peace Big J your my heart till I die
When the sun goes down I spark over the city lights
Looking back at it now it’s like a different life
But I gotta move forward like I’m in a fight
Keep my head above water and reach for the sky
Every night another chance to make a memory
I do this for the ones who I love more than anything
Look around baby girl I got em running wild
Who are you to judge I’ve had a couple trials
From the Great Lakes down to the Everglades
I’m taking bitches to my cave like I’m leather face
I’m a Tiger in a cage I got Spiders in my brain
I’m a Miser poking fires with my cane
Had to make my way out the pot before it boil
Shit was getting slippery like tryna walk on oil
Had to make my way home like Jackson with the Royals
It’s crazy man how I used to hit that foil
It’s a conundrum how I flip that onion
And chop that bitch down like my name was Paul Bunion
Look around lil greaser I’m the Neezer
I got your gangs body parts chopped up in the freezer
No matter where I go in this city I get respect
They salute me like the general on deck
Putting clips in the teck Bout to trip for check
Got money in the back Fuck your bitch on my desk
When the sun goes down I spark over the city lights
Looking back at it now it’s like a different life
But I gotta move forward like I’m in a fight
Keep my head above water and reach for the sky
Every night another chance to make a memory
I do this for the ones who I love more than anything
Look around baby girl I got em running wild
Who are you to judge I’ve had a couple trials
Written by: Craig Lanciani, Gaelan Bleasdale
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