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730
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Hip-Hop/Rap
730 adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Garfield Anthony Music tarafından 20 Ocak 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıPrimis
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AlbümPrimis
Çıkış Tarihi20 Ocak 2023
FirmaGarfield Anthony Music
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM65

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garfield A Williams
Garfield A Williams
Songwriter
Eugene D Toussaint
Eugene D Toussaint
Songwriter
Everett K Hopkins
Everett K Hopkins
Songwriter
Jack GOMEZ
Jack GOMEZ
Songwriter
Franklin N Gomez
Franklin N Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garfield A Williams
Garfield A Williams
Producer
Eugene D Toussaint
Eugene D Toussaint
Producer

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Alright
We're going to have to get married, you and I
Because you're penetrating me with that look, bro
Strong
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Don't sleep for the wicked, the a.m. hitting different
Burnt myself on a coffee pot and my next door neighbor tripping
My head is really pounding
My heart feels like it's skipping
Clouds seem so gray today
It feels like something's missing
So I locate the eccentric
Frustrations haven't set in
But my threshold is bending
Who knows what day I'm getting
Bus comes and I get in
It's packed, I'm regretting
Yo, watch where you stepping
You see me trying to get in
It's raining, we all wet and the bus driver saying step in
So why not take a step back
You can see this shit is mad packed
Move man, don't get bitch slapped
I bite your face off, eat your heart last
Put your body in a fucking cast
Bones broke so the pain will last
Leave your kids in a fucking past
You got me fucked up thinking I'm ass
The cops here with the white straps
Who called them
Why you did that
Fuck you
You relax
I'm 730
What the fuck is that
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Yo, take a walk with me
Think of things from the side of the H.O.P
Don't nobody want to tell me what they think of me
Subjectively, even the mayor looks differently
It all depends on your P.O.V
Irrespectively, I'm trying to master this thing called life
Cause you never know when it might be your last day
But a **** getting tired trying to fight for his right
Feels like I'm going mad, but I'm smooth with it
Always calculating new shit
In the lab with some sick shit
Call me the mad scientist or a slick Rick
Now I just need a Morty or a bigger Rick
So the **** can ignore me
Unfortunately, there's no such thing as more pity
For the black man in a poor city
Got a man up
Stand up, stand up
Don't belittle
Be a category five hurricane
But what happens when **** get close to the middle
No fighting
Just quiet
No trumping
Just fighting
No talking
Just walking
Am I really worthy
I think I'm losing it
I might be 730
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Seven.30 on a Monday
Seven.30 on a Tuesday
Seven.30 on a Wednesday
Seven.30 on a Thursday
Seven.30 on a Friday
Seven.30 on a Saturday
Seven.30 on a Sunday
Crazy, trying to label me
Coño, mírenlo
Oh, shit
Crazy, trying to label me
Hoy aquí, guante loco
Así no
Crazy, trying to label me
Written by: Eugene D Toussaint, Everett K Hopkins, Franklin N Gomez, Garfield A Williams, Jack GOMEZ
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