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ASPHALT!
Hip-Hop/Rap
ASPHALT! was released on August 20, 2024 by Record Label as a part of the album FPS!
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AlbumFPS!
Release DateAugust 20, 2024
LabelRecord Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Songwriter
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Producer

Lyrics

My doctor tried to tell me I was really sad
I told him I don't take that shit to the face like that, nah
Mental state of mind just rewinding on the racks
I'd flip a bag before I go to therapy my bills stay stacked
In fact, I'm really mad
Pent up anger it's my dad's fault
Hit the asphalt, geeked up 5 o'clock it's natural
Real G's move in silence so I'm a walking shell of myself
At least I'm not violent it's been 3 years since I've felt shit
I'd swear I'm selfish I'd hit a lick on any of my friends if my mom fell sick
Don't think I'd repent, I'd sell fent
If I really thought that 50 bucks was gonna pay rent
I hate my self preservation sense
Probably trauma from back when I feared the belt
Constant motion helter skelter, felt like home was just a shelter
Never felt shit until I met her
Now her name don't fit the bars inside my measures
That's why my flow so choppy ADHD™ mixed with wocky
Tried to tell me I was really sad
Told him I don't take that shit to the face like that, nah
Mental state of mind just rewinding on the racks
I'd flip a bag before I go to therapy my bills stay stacked
In fact, I'm really mad
Pent up anger it's my dad's fault
Hit the asphalt, geeked up 5 o'clock it's natural
Real G's move in silence I'm a walking shell of myself
At least I'm not violent it's been 3 years
Huh fuck, it's been 3 fucking (at least I'm not violent it's been 3 years since I've felt)
Picking up anticipation like this shit a horse race
Moving stacks at a time if they catch us it's a cold case
One beer down motherfucker, I'm still screaming ole
Like I'm south of the border chilling with all my hombres
Michelangelo can't paint a picture that could portray
My riches like David I'm slinging till I get a Porche
Hold it down till I blow up I'm acting like some hairspray
See my face in every screen like I turned on my Airplay
When this next check hits, won't fuck around with foreplay
I'm the next best thing to movies with Scorcese
Got some Goodfellas on payroll, they wait for pesos
They keep it honest see it how their face shows
That shit is made slow
Bad harmonics never play those
Fuck 12 got caseloads of charges on my name like H.H. Holmes
Never pay for shit I don't deserve I'd rather skate home
Than drive a whip on a lease like a dog on a leash never take loans
Tried to tell me I was really sad
Told him I don't take that shit to the face like that, nah
Mental state of mind just rewinding on the racks
I'd flip a bag before I go to therapy my bills stay stacked
Geeked up 5 o'clock it's natural
Real G's move in silence I'm a walking shell of myself
At least I'm not violent it's been 3 years since I've
Told him I don't take that shit to the face like that, nah, fuck
Written by: Mason James Anliker, Raghav Surya
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