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LANTERNBEARER
Hip-Hop/Rap
LANTERNBEARER was released on January 31, 2026 by Prairie Party Records as a part of the album milk 2
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Albummilk 2
Release DateJanuary 31, 2026
LabelPrairie Party Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prairie God
Prairie God
Rap
George William McCrary
George William McCrary
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prairie God
Prairie God
Songwriter
George William McCrary
George William McCrary
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prairie God
Prairie God
Executive Producer

Lyrics

City on a hill, can't cover my lamp up
Just a white boy tryna get his swag up
Get my money right, get my body tuff
Know these girls will never love you, keep your head up
(It's the Prairie God)
City on a hill, can't cover my lamp up
Just a white boy tryna get his swag up
Get my money right, get my body tuff
Know these girls will never love you, keep your head up
Little light of mine, I'ma let it shine
You should close your eyes before I make you blind
Headed for the skies, cross the state lines, I don't waste time
We could be the next up, yeah, you heard of us through the grapevine
Holy Spirit, temple getting renovated (aye)
I'm downtown getting reservations (yeah)
In the whip, playin' my songs, feeling underrated
Sure wish this game wasn't simulated
City on a hill, can't cover my lamp up
Just a white boy tryna get his swag up
Get my money right, get my body tuff
Know those girls will never love you, keep your head up
Yeah, these girls will never love you, keep your head up
And if you ever get lonely, you can hit me up
I'm on Instagram, tryna pop off
I still sing along, even if nobody hear my songs
I got water on both arms like I bench pressed the Octonauts
Tryna press on TEAM SIX should tell 'em that they ought to not
You should tell them that they ought to not
Overdose on taurine, yeah we some white monsters
Haters never get it cause the art is post-modern
We shaking up the stadium like babies with maracas
Jason Bourne with the hits, name a time we missed the mark
Know we shone up on the hill, way our garments fed the moths
It's the lowliest of men, that were chosen first by God
Find my pride a pitfall but continue on the walk
It's realistically a crawl
Just a toddler to the world with a fork up in the socket
All I do is self-destructive, glad to let the spirit talk
For predestiny is safety, putting fear up in a coffin
What it's all about, yeah you can't keep me out of this one
Run your mouth, don't care about the clout
I'm a day one runner, I'ma kill some demons with a shotgun
Word of God, Holy Ghost, get 'em gone
Written by: George William McCrary, Prairie God
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