Float - BBGuns, Eliy Orcko, q no rap name, Mel-T & Cain Canary: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

BBGuns, Eliy Orcko, q no rap name, Mel-T & Cain Canary

Float

1

Hip-Hop/Rap

Float adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art tarafından 16 Ocak 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıRust Belt

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümRust Belt

Çıkış Tarihi16 Ocak 2026

FirmaU Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM129

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Joel Edward Carter

Joel Edward Carter

Rap

Joey Troupe

Guitar

JP Pitt

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Songwriter

Justin Scott Pitkavish

Justin Scott Pitkavish

Songwriter

Joel Edward Carter

Joel Edward Carter

Songwriter

Dan Keech

Songwriter

Zachary Cain

Songwriter

Joey Troupe

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

q no rap name

Producer

JP Pitt

Mixing Engineer

Matt Very

Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Sometimes I want to climb out my open window

But I can't recall if I learned to fly

I miss when everything was so simple

Would I take back everything in my life

Let my soul float

Hey, Hey, Yeah

Float

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

Hop off the porch, I'm back off the wagon again

I only came here to claim my winnings

Well, after this I'm going home

Another day that isn't different

What stays the same is what I know

So I let my soul float

Hey, Hey, Yeah

Float

A falling bomb is a calling card

A smiley face in a holocaust

I saw the skeleton of my friend

Came down from the mountaintop

I don't know but they sure shout a lot

At least there's comfort in the end

I can hear the snap, crackle, pop

Like pop rocks and the soda pop

The sounds I hear when I go to bed

But now the flames are raining down

There's nobody to save me now

Maybe it's for the best if I end up dead

Hopped off the porch now I'm back on the wagon, my ass is still dragging from riding all night

Carrying trauma I wouldn't wish on you, put kush in a Palma to lighten the strife

Tryna keep balanced like riding a bike, but my life ain't ever had training wheels

Scrapes and scars made us who we are but whys everyday feels like training still? hmm?

Gun on my hip, shoot at these devils then give 'em the slip, hmm

Feeling hopeless as shit, they bombing our homes for show then dip, hmm

That's the coldest of shit like mammoth droppings in the permafrost

The punk motherfuckers that's hunting my brothers the same ones that wear hoods to burn a cross

I'm Googling how much a burner costs and copping some boxes of ammo

This life ain't a beach but there's shells on the ground, see blood on the leaves and the sand though

Fuck their peace, choose violence. They pluck the strings like violins

Loud and proud for killers and clowns but when shit goes down they silent

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

Read em' and weep, reap what you sow

If it ain't even we leave it alone

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

That's from the heart deep in the soul

Never go under we keep it a float

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

Read em' and weep, reap what you sow

If it ain't even we leave it alone

Hopped off the porch, now I'm back off the wagon again

That's from the heart deep in the soul

Never go under we keep it a float

Written by: Dan Keech, Eliy Orcko, Joel Edward Carter, Joey Troupe, Justin Scott Pitkavish, Zachary Cain

Shazam Alt Bilgi

Dil seç:

Şirket

Yasal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Bizi Takip Edin

© Telif Hakkı 2026 Apple Inc. ve bağlı kuruluşları | Tedarikçi Sorumluluğu

Loading...