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Cathedral
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cathedral was released on April 19, 2026 by Broken pen society as a part of the album Back To Baby
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Release DateApril 19, 2026
LabelBroken pen society
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyRoit
BabyRoit
Rap
Jaylen Nicholas McClendon
Jaylen Nicholas McClendon
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BabyRoit
BabyRoit
Songwriter
Jaylen Nicholas McClendon
Jaylen Nicholas McClendon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ifthisyourbeathitmeup
Ifthisyourbeathitmeup
Producer
ZayMozart
ZayMozart
Producer

Lyrics

(Yea)
Yeah)
Bottle loving sipping reposado
My bitch bad and look just like Melato
Said fuck it, I'm tugging hair like a throttle
Can't get thrown off my game, ain't no sense to hobble
To the next, I'm moved on my new bitch a model
Finger itching, know my glick get fondled
Syrup sipping this that aunt Jemima
Am I fucked up, ****, sorta kinda
**** slipped and slithered, he a anaconda
Give a fuck about what a friend say
move how I move, ****, do that shit regardless
Made a play on a Wednesday
Them other **** falling off, think he need a harness
Big X, her ass shaped the largest
Frame brand new designer Cartties
Bitches brand new, and acting conceited
Keep god on my side, I ain't in a cathedral
My Ken folk rock out with a drum like a Beetle
Watch out for hoes cause these bitches be evil
Conniving, sneaky, abide no procedure
I need me a priest, holy water and Jesus
No clear, no liquor or vodka no Tito
You toy with the bread might get wrapped like burrito
**** stay cap out they teeth, I can smell it
Glued to my hip, it's a gun on my pelvis
Lettuce, green on my thumb not no guac, when I'm thumping through money, it smell like some relish
Elvis, no Presley, I love me some parsley
Veggie-telling **** end up the worse
Like me or not, I'm the life of the party and fuck you if you don't want to come converse
G to the T to the F.O get the fuck out of my face
Yo bitch hit my line when she want to escape
It's red in my chest, but I don't where a cape
Residential, gang stay my estate
Shatter, I think my lungs filled up with vase
High than a bitch, Know I'm up and it's stuck, why these **** want my hell for, I can't
Don't fuck with you ****, that's fake
Bitches brand new, and acting conceited
Keep god on my side, I ain't in a cathedral
My Ken folk rock out with a drum like a Beetle
Watch out for hoes cause these bitches be evil
Conniving, sneaky, abide no procedure
I need me a priest, holy water and Jesus
No clear, no liquor or vodka no Tito
You toy with the bread might get wrapped like burrito
Written by: Jaylen Nicholas McClendon
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