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Long To Be
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Long To Be was released on June 19, 2026 by Dropout as a part of the album Can't Kill Bill
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelDropout
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French The Kid
French The Kid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
French The Kid
French The Kid
Songwriter

Lyrics

Uh, I guess I'm tryna make it work
Tryna escape the herd
Smokin' on some cannabis, I love the way it burn
I buy in bulk, no Mike O'Hearn
Essex and I'm stern
Scrapped 'em, nothing on me
Grabbed my— and I returned
But if there's one thing that I learned
On the street you hit the kerb
And all these making promises, but 'round the corner catch a bird
I'm in my bubble, can't you tell
They make music for your girls
I make music for myself, yeah, I need it for my health
I swear they do it for the fame when this is treatment to my pain
The fucking industry is fake
I give a fuck 'bout what you say
I smoke a pack of Mary Jane
For visions in my brain
I was smoking in the rain
Know in the club I make it rain
This little brunette, she insane
You got problems in my comments
Come and and say it to my face
If I'm packed around my waist
My paranoia might escape
Then I'm itching like a stray
Sitting in that cell, regret that dickhead that I slayed
But let me
Introduce myself while I smoke this blizzard
The name's French, I'm a musically gifted wizard
Usually my packs are changing colours like a jungle lizard
Rule 1: you're a snitch, you don't get considered
Rule 2: you'll need to tag along and follow me
I've got the Holy Ghost
These lonely roads, they cannot bother me
My brothers live in poverty
I'm tryna bank monopoly
Jail is not cost for me
Fuck! I'm just so lost, you see
[Verse 1]
Uh, and yeah, my brother was a rockstar
It's a shame they found him Rolling Stones
He's in my heart
He's in my blood
He's in my fucking bones
That purple haze has got me choking like some dead cologne
I'm in the sky
I'm on a flight
Away from all your phones
I keep it light
She hold me tight
She love my pheromones
Sat there on my way to Paris
Driving past the velodrome
Why the fuck did I get lucky?
Guess we'll never know
Why the fuck did I get lucky?
Guess we'll never know
Uh, I still got hard work
Started this with nothing, now my singles make her arse twerk
Essex but, I'm east end
Fella, I don't pretend
Had so many straighteners I made enemies and G friends
Grew up 'round some real men
Fight and put your hands up
Hit him with my left and then my right will knock his dandruff
Rip my blood bro
Put me on a straight path
I left the country I didn't ever need no A stars
Started selling hand held
Fuck it, never lasts long
I was never fussy
If it's money, got my graft on
Cuzzy, you can ask Slimz
If I put my mask on
If I never backed flicks
Never held a blaster
I wish I'd knew the street weren't the point
'Cause I was young and when I think about this shit, it's annoying
I grab a pint and a joint
And I sit and deploy
We only think about the consequences after the noise
French
Written by: French The Kid
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