Babbages - Previous Industries, Open Mike Eagle, Video Dave & STILL RIFT: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Previous Industries, Open Mike Eagle, Video Dave & STILL RIFT

Babbages

35

Alternative Rap

Babbages adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Merge Records tarafından 28 Haziran 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıService Merchandise

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümService Merchandise

Çıkış Tarihi28 Haziran 2024

FirmaMerge Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM74

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Previous Industries

Previous Industries

Performer

Open Mike Eagle

Open Mike Eagle

Vocals

Video Dave

Vocals

STILL RIFT

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

STILL RIFT

Composer

M. Eagle

Composer

D Maxime

Composer

Child Actor

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Child Actor

Producer

Kenny Segal

Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

One, two

One, two

[Verse 1]

I did a spell for protection

Geti gave me direction

Said, "Try the door from the west end"

This dinosaur is my best friend

Street Fighter 4 versus Tekken

Fantastic Four versus X-Men

It's Ironsword versus Airwolf

In Game Informer, we would share books

On Christmas morn, we was barefoot

We used to pore over box art

Then tear it open at the top part

Then push it down like a Pop-Tart

We push the power, then we press start

When it was cold, we could play freely

It's hard mode but it's made easy

Put in the code from the Game Genie

It's Sega games on a dang CD

And I don't even understand that

My stepsister wore Van Grack

[Verse 2]

I threw my caution to the wind and it came right back

I couldn't settle on a subject so I made five hats

I drove my sadness to the water but remained quite sad

They stole my bag out of my locker, I reclaimed my bag

I asked the doctor, "Fix my shoulder," pain came right back

I ate some pasta and I got my shirt stained like that

I jumped up in the ring one time and my face got tapped

I dropped my hands and I got punched, it tasted bad

I got back my wallet and my passport

I only lost 'em 'cause half my life I'm lost in transport

Phoenix to Boston

The Lakeshore to Austin

The front to the back door

Mae Smith to Lawson

If you love it, you gotta set it free

I give a fuck about a pedigree

I find that my mind trap be steady tellin' me

"Hey bro, you gotta let it go, you better let it be"

[Verse 3]

I move in good faith, I have a slow pace

Before I go to sleep, I clean my mouth with toothpaste

Before I leave the house, I pick up all my loose waste

I'm not the prettiest but like my girls with cute face value

Pick the pennies up for good luck

I oil the squeaky wheels, so hopefully they shut up

Sometimes the mystery of what's inside a dump truck ain't worth it

Every year, I buy another phone, the one I own is perfect

I watch my mom on TV

She's crying, holding up a picture that is not me

I change the channel, but they're all a carbon copy

They tried to come in through the window, but were sloppy

The taste of skin's a different kind of flavor

They try to reprimand for my behavior

I tried to say I was their lord and savior

They told my therapist, I waived the waiver

Written by: Child Actor, D Maxime, M. Eagle, STILL RIFT

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