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the loop. (looped slower with reverb.)
R&B/灵魂乐
the loop. (looped slower with reverb.) 由 Dantín 于 2024年5月14日 发行,作为专辑“ ”的一部分。the loop (looped differently). - EP
album cover
发行日期2024年5月14日
唱片公司Dantín
旋律性
不插电
Valence
舞蹈性
能量
BPM120

制作

作曲和作词
Dante Baskett
Dante Baskett
词曲作者

歌词

You want my time, won’t give a minute.
Want my space, won’t leave the planet.
Want my words, won’t read my sonnets.
Want my everything except…
I'm keeping tallies in my head.
Everytime.
It starts.
I’m at 33.
Honestly impressed.
‘Cause at least.
You always.
Come back to me.
Did you get overwhelmed?
Did you drive yourself south again?
Will you come back around?
‘Cause this loop’s making me dizzy again.
You want my time, won’t give a minute.
Want my space, won’t leave the planet.
Want my words, won’t read my sonnets.
Want my home, won’t pay a visit.
Want my peace when i feel angry.
Want my laugh when i feel teary.
Want my sight when things get blurry.
Want my everything except…
Me.
Except me.
(I like that one).
Burnt rubber ‘round the bend.
When you ran.
And i’m left.
With the aftermath.
It sorta blends.
How i stay.
And my need.
To get out fast.
Are you
Hi- -i- -i-
-tting me up
‘Cause you
Li- -i- -i-
-ike me or you’re bored again?
Will you come back around?
‘Cause this loop’s making me dizzy again.
You want my time, won’t give a minute.
Want my space, won’t leave the planet.
Want my words, won’t read my sonnets.
Want my home, won’t pay a visit.
Want my peace when i feel angry.
Want my laugh when i feel teary.
Want my sight when things get blurry.
Want my everything except…
Me.
Except me.
I suffer from delusion like everyone else.
I must be a magician ‘cause i tricked myself.
Into thinking you wanted me there on your couch.
If i grab the remote can this get re(wound)?
This clip’s getting old, i don’t need a replay.
Ocean beach, sunset, it’s groundhog’s day.
I wish i’d known this was a rollercoaster then.
‘Cause this loop’s making me dizzy again.
‘Cause you want my time, won’t give a minute.
Want my space, won’t leave the planet.
Want my words, won’t read my sonnets.
Want my home, won’t pay a visit.
You’re gone again, intangible.
I'm down again, predictable.
You’re back again, it’s (sick)lical.
You want my everything except…
Me.
Except me.
I just wanted you.
I just wanted you.
I just wanted you.
You.
You. you. you. you. you. you. you. you.
You. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you.
Written by: Dante Baskett
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