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Dope D.O.D. & Benny Holiday

Upside Down (feat. Bubba Sparxxx)

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Hip-Hop

Upside Down (feat. Bubba Sparxxx) was released on December 26, 2025 by Goon MuSick as a part of the album Multiverse

Song Details

AlbumMultiverse

Release DateDecember 26, 2025

LabelGoon MuSick

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dope D.O.D.

Vocals

Benny Holiday

Performer

Benjamin Howerton

Benjamin Howerton

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Frank Boersma

Songwriter

Benjamin Howerton

Benjamin Howerton

Songwriter

Warren Mathis

Songwriter

Jannes Lelieveld

Jannes Lelieveld

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ChuBeats

Producer

Lyrics

Be a pleasantly present, immaculate bathing and heavenly essence.

The GO blessing me blessings told me to never be stressed.

Help him. What is he doing? Let them keep guessing.

Seventy questions in seventy seconds — that's something I handle with careful discretion.

Prepare for these lessons. It's special. I mean, it's very refreshing.

And know that you measure ahead of the best.

Get somewhere. Meanwhile, suck my impressions.

G my algorithm. Swallow my followers. Taste my engagement.

Watch without a paddle, winner. Country boy cataclysm.

Pulled up on a caterpillar — boy, gentlemanism.

It's cool that I had the driller, even though got no kiss on my own ass.

I hit it, was average. If that's what you like, you can be average with it.

R.I.P. Mac Miller, R.I.P. Trouble, a.k.a. School.

They thought I was done with it — it's back for a Big L.

I remember living in, hop on that T, head to the East Side,

F***ing with Low Down Carlos and Kids group.

What is the issue? You hate me, or you just hate 'cause you love me?

I hate to even ask — a discussion of hate this tastefully ugly.

You place it above me, you going to certainly lose it.

That is what God said. So many times it felt like the end — no, that is what God said.

He did not drop dead. Got his ass up, got bread. Got some, got some more, got here.

Y'all got fed up, he got fed.

Paint job like a fire engine, more like a signed Chevy.

I can feel it in my arm when I'm looking in the mirror,

And I know I gave it all for the progress.

And you was up, but now it's upside down, down, down, down, down.

Hope you feel this from my soul.

I've been trenching through the rain, sleeping build.

It's all a process. What goes around comes around.

Ayo, another one get lit.

I don't smoke blunts, smoke spliffs — a little butter with the grits.

I like to mix up shit. Don't get your panties in a twist.

And Jay Reap hit a lift.

N**s up now, take a puff.

We getting caked like fish, getting baked like biscuits.

Grind your b*h like brisket.

I'm on my pimp shit, with a backhand like Federer,

And I ain't no competitor. I'm America, they Canada.

Down low on me, down south — they way too high caliber.

Now don't pay me no mind, cruising down the I-85.

Fat girl with a Southern accent — she gave me a ride, so I must oblige.

Showing her my Southern side, into the night we fly till the sun will rise.

As the rain drizzles on the window of my whip,

Coffee in the thermos, I'm reaching for my spliff.

Fingers still stiff from the cold as I click on the fold, the runzip.

Add them all to the list. I shoot flows off the hips, quicker than my shadow.

Do it all in a blink — eyes closed, and then I travel.

I can feel it in my bones, in my marrow, in my zone.

Little truffle foam, cotton milk, Cotton Jones.

Like a candy-painted Caddy, we be live and in color.

Burn rubber with my brother from NCM, Bubba SV.

You got to wrap your head around the concept.

I'm well aware the devil's still around, but for now, I'm saying godless.

God bless.

I can feel it in my home when I'm looking in the mirror,

And I know I gave it for the progress.

And you was up, but now it's upside down.

Down. God bless.

Hope you feel this from my soul.

I've been trenching through the rain.

It's all a process. What goes around comes around.

I feel you.

Written by: Benjamin Howerton, Frank Boersma, Jannes Lelieveld, Warren Mathis

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