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SPACE
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
SPACE adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Island Records tarafından 7 Mayıs 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıHARDHEADED
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Mayıs 2021
FirmaIsland Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM92

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcellus Juvann
Marcellus Juvann
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Payne
Marcellus Payne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcellus Juvann
Marcellus Juvann
Producer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Munderville
Anthony Munderville
Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

**** snuck in thru the back door
I don't give a damn, I'm a asshole
I got what they need, what they ask for
On my Fred Hampton, tell the law send the task force
I'm feelin' like Puffy in a mink
A **** finally landed, they then let me off the leash
I'm coming out the H, ****
I ain't come to play witcha
Y'all gon' need the help
Hope the Ghost writer stay witcha, uh
Bruh, you don't even deserve to be my shadow
Make they bitch walk the plank, she gon' learn how to paddle
Let 'em tell you how to move, then you cattle
Man, all them boys sheep
While they sleep
Take whatever we can grapple
I ain't got time
To sit and wait for you ****, I
Waisted time tryna wait for you ****, I
I ain't playing games
Uh uh
I ain't got the time of day
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Yeah
The story goes, oh, the story goes
I ain't never seen no pot of gold
But I hustle for my goals
You pillow talking money while you sleeping wit yo hoes
And you waking up to nothing
And yo bank account is froze, oh no
You **** got the game fucked up
Loose screw, boy, you nothing but a stain to us
You be asking for permission
So please keep ya distance
We don't need that lame shit rubbing off on us
And it was never bout the money, it's the principle
Still stacking up residuals
So I can leave some substance, no one above this
The city love it, they rooting for a ****
I'ma burn this bitch down if you shoot another **** on God
I ain't got time
To sit and wait for you ****, I
Waisted time tryna wait for you ****, I
I ain't playing games
Uh uh
I ain't got the time of day
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Uh, give me space
Give me space
Written by: Marcellus Payne
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