August - Ché: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

August

3

Hip-Hop/Rap

August adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak GLTTR RECORDS tarafından 16 Nisan 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıGhost Log Cabin

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümGhost Log Cabin

Çıkış Tarihi16 Nisan 2021

FirmaGLTTR RECORDS

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM92

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ché

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ché

Songwriter

Jared Evan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jared Evan

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Verse 1]

As I prepare myself for becoming one of the best alive

I turn my head and notice distance between me and the guys

That I've befriended in my life who just haven't gotten a grip

I grab a hold of a pen, they grab a hold of a pen

But, yes, I pen with this pen, and they blow Os with they shit

My flows are nuclear, Chernobyl, opal stones in my fist

It's just a testament and evidence to will and passion

Grenade launch trade bombs in the form of some great songs

Life moves in slow motion, I'm feeling like Trey Songz

**** don't wanna clash, **** don't wanna knuckle up

Got a couple of kids I coulda been huddled with some of ya

Plotting world domination, now it's tables you waiting

How the tables have turned, I'm tipping the scales on those hating

And my ideas too fucking good to be sharing with half you ****

Half you **** fuckin' crafted ya acts off of my image

But I don't say that much 'cause really it don't matter to me

But if I see a **** talkin' 'bout a label that's heat

Or an art collective that they swear is running the streets

I'm gonna fuckin snap harder than open mic seats

Open mic eagle get hella personal on beats

'Cause if I don't I'll beat myself up worse than papa did me

I'm fuckin' sick ill, shit spills on my sheets

Nyquill will quell my thoughts to sleep

Hard to beat, hearts harp on some awful beats

And, man, that kick drum is dumb like Kenny Beats, ****

[Verse 2]

You won't be my Joe Jackson, ****, I'm not afraid of you

Or at least not anymore

I'll call Candace and ask her to be so candid when I question her

And ask her what she saw

Maybe she'll say something

Maybe she'll lie like how she did in the courts

Or she could cry whilst collecting all of her thoughts

That's an aside, but as I look in your eyes

I see a fuckin' child perpetuating his pop's actions

He made you feel like dirt, little man

And you defer to fist to fix all of that hurt and it ends with me

I'm breaking the cycle, breaking the chain

Cutting the cord that's connecting my consciousness to this pain

Umbilical

****, what you feeding to me?

What we been eating ain't been meeting our nutritional needs

Yeah you turned into skin and bone, shriveled up and alone

You don't have the fuckin' guts to break this chain on your own

And I feel bad for you, yeah, truly I feel bad for you

I think about you every time I vomit in a bathroom

I sit with mom triumphant 'cause I made it home

But I know this **** ain't gonna make it all on his own

Written by: Jared Siegel, Ché

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