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Nothin' New
319
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nothin' New adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Michael Fynne tarafından 15 Nisan 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıNothin' New - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi15 Nisan 2021
FirmaMichael Fynne
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM120

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Fynne
Michael Fynne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Fynne
Michael Fynne
Lyrics, Composer
Nick Luscombe
Nick Luscombe
Composer, Beat Maker
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Fynne
Michael Fynne
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Executive Producer, Creative Director
Nick Luscombe
Nick Luscombe
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Yup
Yessir, yessir
It's all comedy
So comedic
Don't believe it
But I'm not surprised either by these clowns, all claimin' that they built different
Man, they about to get knocked by the wind
Everyone of them fragile, man I've been
Driven and I put in effort and I try to give a damn about a lot of these dudes
Thinkin' they be competition, on my level, they can't even come close to a threat to me
Leave 'em with a dropkick like Jet Li
Aim for the face, real nice and clean
Maintain any momentum that you might have left
I'ma go Grand Theft Auto in here like Niko
Strike a combo, Michael Venom
Kick it like Jean-Claude Van Damme
On God, these bland mofos better step it up a notch or two
Lookin' like a bunch of friggen bums, I knew
From the beginning it's every man for themself
Very few friends
Everybody out for the wealth and the fame and the women and nobody else
Yah
God damn it's
Pure madness
Me on the stage, I'm the baddest
My plan is
Consitently to wreak havoc
Some will instantly peak, it tragic
I'ma
Put 'em in a predicament they will never get out of
I promise they will never recover from it at all, mayn
I put my life into this game but
Don't get it twisted, I would never sell my soul for fame, nah
Done tryin' to impress people who never return the favor
They come and go, disappear in the wind
Come back when they need somethin'
With they hand out like a bum beggin' for paper
They can take a friggen eggplant to the peach
Ain't gettin' jack from me, nay, bruh
A lot of people faker than a pair of silicon tatas, that's nothin' new, though
They can take a friggen eggplant to the peach
Ain't gettin' jack from me, nay, bruh
A lot of people faker than a pair of silicon tatas, that's nothin' new, though
Written by: Michael Fynne, Nick Luscombe
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