UNREQUITED - Family Tapes: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

UNREQUITED

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Alternative Rap

UNREQUITED was released on March 13, 2026 by Sun Cut Flat as a part of the album Nico

Song Details

AlbumNico

Release DateMarch 13, 2026

LabelSun Cut Flat

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Derek Cedar

Performer

Family Tapes

Performer

Nicholas Lattanzi

Nicholas Lattanzi

Vocals, Synthesizer, Drums, Bass Guitar, Percussion

Sun Cut Flat

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nicholas Lattanzi

Nicholas Lattanzi

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nicholas Lattanzi

Nicholas Lattanzi

Mixing Engineer

Sun Cut Flat

Producer

Stephen Gregory Jones

Stephen Gregory Jones

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

If I was undecided

Bout what I did

Would you mind?

If I was auto-pilot

Unrequited

Would that be fine?

Creatine in they Corn Flakes

They creepy like Norm Bates

They seem to perform takes

That’s sleazy like porn takes

We easily storm gates

Through seasons we form lakes

And leave an assortment of cake

That’s seasoned to your taste

I’m like Stephen, you sure it’s great?

Like Nico, is Bourne Jason?

Are tour dates assured for the forsaken?

Is the lord great?

Were we born for some gorgeous fates

But scorned as we foraged grapes?

And adorned with some swords

Made for restoring the faith?

Cooking with Jones like Norah

But shout to Bill Moyers

Family Tapes got the aura to fill foyers

We hard to find like good accountants and chill lawyers

Han Soloed tapes in the lab, but there were still voyeurs

We moved earth, melting rock like we done built the Cloisters

You had a wet jump shot

But mine was still moister

They barely be in the gym

That’s what they take ‘roids for

Doors was locked when we came in

They open now like oysters

A Stones Throw away from my dreams with no label

The flow unclogging their brains somehow with no drano

Earned our stripes now we stars, the way we so spangled

Dropping mics in garages, no Cobain though

The Dough dangled In front of our faces

Won’t change though

Y’all some boisterous fraudsters

Remind me of James Franco

While we gloriously prosper

Listen to Rick Danko

Look into the eye of the storm, you out-ranked bro

This what I love to do

But I’m a scrub to you?

Nothing to do so I secure another dub for the crew

You on the bench I’m dropping forty screaming “Sub for who?”

Three volumes, two chapters

A triple-double dude

Projects are solemn, the sovereignty will humble you

Keep the pen right beside me

So this is summer school

The game is punitive

Jocks, slackers, and lunatics

As we spin into place like old computer disks

Or floppy disks

MS DOS, can’t copy this

We perfected the sauce

Without the choppiness

What they breathe out’s exhaust

References obvious

Can’t breathe in deserts we crossed

Was riding ostriches

While y’all was driving got lost

Melted like lozenges

It’s grown men over here

Y’all some obnoxious kids

We shading underneath some tents

Women with copper twists

Y’all smoking underneath some vents

With y’all accomplices

We stand proud overlook an Expansive Oasis

While they doubling down they stance with no basis

They screaming needlessly loud like amps with no stages

Like Khabib, we was down, some champs with no cages

Like Samantha Cerio, this dance was so dangerous

We stayed protecting our hearts

Targets were so heinous

Not paying if that’s the cost

They say that dough changes

Everything so we kings with no crown

Family Tapes, Derek Cedar the big sound

I do this for my brothers in the street who get shaked down

They tryna close the park now at half-past nine

So I come inside the house and put it out my mind

If I was undecided

Bout what I did

Would you mind?

If I was auto-pilot

Unrequited

Would that be fine?

City playing our songs

like it’s car alarms

I’m Charazard

All the smart bombs cart blanche

Some skip our records like Orlando didn’t start Franz

Until he dropped forty on their head

The chart’s Shamz

On that Feminist tip like S.A. hotlines

The penmanship lit

Halal burritos from Guac Time

The composition hit Broadway, I’m Steven Sondheim

They been known for hittin’ licks but we abscond crime

It’s high fashion when you look inside his noggin, Fendi

Back in 2017 I worked with Gagan Sembhi

But now I’m Deebo like I’m riding through Compton in Bentleys

When I was broke I would listen to Nas in the Century

A Buick, while y’all were straight steak-comping at Friendly’s

I was making sure takes was all comped and was catchy

Making Shure, get it?

The mic that was dropped upon entry

Shout to Uncle Menty

Grammy I miss you on Dentree

We out in crown heights now

Shout to Trinis and Hebrews

Bringin’ people together like dinner plates we feed you

Family Tapes, they saying the game really needs you

Emails with Boy Sand this morning

A blessing to read through

We persist like hoop dreams

That’s shout to Wendell Envy

I’ll write another sixteen, that’s if the pen will let me

Shout to Michael Seabrook, Claude, Linton, Ken, Giuseppe

JR puttin’ work in

Todo es bien Aqui

Dreams of rocking on stages

The largest assemblies

Showing out sho’ nuff

At the Garden like Wemby

I used to look up to them

Like these Artists are friendly

But now I’m meeting my heroes

And it’s Starting to get me

To the point where I’m seeing

Magic carpets are Bentleys

Labels thrive on deceptions

Real ones are barred upon entry

A&R’s and suits that gate-keep

Like Spartacus sentries

We Independent, I prefer not to like Bartleby, get me?

Derek Cedar coming to a theatre near you

You seen him as a weird dude

Without a clear view

But this is clear water

Notebook, tear fodder

At the top of my tier, in the rear mirror, slaughter

These pastures all gettin cleared like we some otters (damn)

Appear year after year, Pulitzer Prize author

A nice talker

Known for rocking kids off of their rocker

And known to go for the goal, they flopping like it’s soccer

Our spot been approved and certified by the best

Redda Black and Zulu nation even can attest

That Family Tapes is the future, the past is what connects

We in the middle like Malcom not Frankie, Malcolm X

We bow our heads and observe a moment truth

Trump is holding some nukes

I hope he (ahhh)

Yeah I’ve spoken to Zeus

The earth is broken, obtuse

For the catalog I’m a data cog

Been known for herding the sheep while cattle slog

What you wanna battle dog?

What you ‘bout to rattle off?

My stats in lacrosse are actually nastier than Nas

Nah, just playing I’m not Jim Jones

They say a part of Em died,

Ok well Slim’s home

I been grown, planes been flown

Cause I’m Him off the dome

The problem is y’all talk too much like Jim Rome

I’ll turn your tombstone a Timb stone

Making sure no limbs shown

And my rims chrome?

Nah, never, that’s meaningless to God like skin tone

Another win I’ve shown

On my own two feet like the Flintstones

Written by: Nicholas Lattanzi

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