Cyclones - The Underachievers: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

The Underachievers

Cyclones

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Cyclones adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Seeker Music tarafından 9 Kasım 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıAfter the Rain

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümAfter the Rain

Çıkış Tarihi9 Kasım 2018

FirmaSeeker Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM86

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Underachievers

The Underachievers

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Akeem Joseph

Lyrics

Ivan Jackson Rosenberg

Ivan Jackson Rosenberg

Composer

Jonathan Hoard

Composer

Marlon Fung

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brasstracks

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

I tore the paper, you can keep your corny contract

Smoke in the office, executive catching contact

Boomeranging spliffs, you pass it I pass it right back

That's proper etiquette, my **** don’t make the cycle whack

That's why I'm usually on my dolly shit

Miracles for dreamers, and prayers show hopelessness

**** scared to face reality, they wishing for something free

Their momma lay their butter, my **** you in a dream

Carol the snake out a barrel with just my words

**** saying dang you got better, well I conquer

I represent consistency like playing for the Spurs

**** giving up early, save that shit for the birds

I laughed at her A cups when she took off her shirt

But she copped a new ass, that shit is mighty absurd

Guess God don’t give us everything, some shit you gotta earn

So we grinding for the paper to get what we deserve

Maybe that's a figure but I get it just to live it up

I'll give you fucking parents, I'ma die off different fucking drugs

I'll buy a clock, indica, travel round the road a bunch

Stash it for a future lover, light a fire, burn it up

It's funny how the money could compliment feeling good

That shit go together like 2Pac signing to Suge

My **** copped a new patek watch, he looking good

Knowing time's an illusion but fuck it, we in the hood right

(Fuck it, we in the hood right)

Guardian of flames, the mary jeans' threads hang

Flee, I’m like a dirty dan the type to steal your dame

I’m the knight in shining armor, still rob her if I change

Got exotics in my garden, I harvest just to inflame

I ain't playing judge, hatch it, there’s a law for all action

Gotta keep that clean karma, my **** get caught lacking

That's a man down, all that tatted with no back up

That's a damn clown, we split matter and hold atoms with that gat sound

Quit cappin', They cost rappin’

When gods show, thought she changed your whole active

At the front row, no fun, told they can't smoke

I was Flatbush raised, I'm just sticking to the code

I'm addicted to the glow like a fly on top of bulb

Look inside like I'm exposed, like a champ I get the gold

'Cause my passion with these notes, like Aretha, she the GOAT

Hardly the romantic when I smash I hit the road

They be trying answers, but I stay true to my soul

Told my momma do not panic, got my purpose in control

Treat the spliff just like a chalice, trying to balance out the lows

All my **** like I'm Goku every time I take a toke

They be thinking local I be trying to change the globe

Told 'em with a little focus, you could get back what you owed

One ear out the other, gotta see it so they know

So I V.S. all the diamonds, see me shining from the door

Written by: Akeem Joseph, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Jonathan Hoard, Marlon Fung

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