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Mastery
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Mastery adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Next Door Records tarafından 20 Eylül 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıDynasty
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AlbümDynasty
Çıkış Tarihi20 Eylül 2019
FirmaNext Door Records
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Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM76

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hua Li 化力
Hua Li 化力
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peggy Hogan
Peggy Hogan
Composer
Alexander Thibault
Alexander Thibault
Composer

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Put those feelings in a song tip, ‘til I hear that tap drip,
Cold bitch.
I’m not feeling any better. Looks like I’m about to wreck her,
Peer into her mind, trynna find myself a sign
That she hasn’t changed in time.
So I see we in a bind, bruh,
Make that D cancerian - pleasure authoritarian.
Always find him tearing in when she gets too ovarian,
Oo girl, then he puts on the table marrying.
Silly me, thought fucking was the key
But without repeat performances what does it really mean?
Does she still got it?
Bringing the girls to they kness, standing the boys on they tees.
Still hot at market, but they off target,
When he gets started while she stay scarlet,
So I beg your pardon, if you come to harvest
You gon leave here starving.
Is it just
Do they really feel where I come from or is it flattery?
Enough
I get so easily cut down by talk of pedigree.
To get by
That t shouldn’t have to factor, what’s in my arteries.
With us?
This shit ain’t easy baby, come at me with mastery.
Compartmentalize, start to penalize
The way he things I always see him through some Oriental eyes.
Giving gentle rise to habits that he generalize,
I breathe fire sure, but I never claim it’s naturalized.
Lean into the ditty, pray he gets used to the pity
‘cuz I left her on the sidelines thinking I wouldn’t get misty.
Bring it back to days when fever had us hot in harmony,
Kick it up
I dare say I’da skipped that trip to pharmacy
Cuz dopamine and functioning have taken on synonymy.
It used to be a glance could bring the does up astronomically.
Now I’m cursing out the city, ‘cuz my skin don’t seem to fit me,
Nevermind it’s been months since we last really got jiggy.
Hate to bring it back to practical
I see him lookin skeptical, leaning on the chemicals
Like now’s gotta me seminal.
Pray pushing it to the side heals the wound, pressure applied.
I’m taking it all in stride, leaving the rest out on the curbside.
Is it just
Do they really feel where I come from or is it flattery?
Enough
I get so easily cut down by talk of pedigree.
To get by
That t shouldn’t have to factor, what’s in my arteries.
With us?
This shit ain’t easy baby, come at me with mastery.
Written by: Alexander Thibault, Peggy Hogan
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