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Chris Coles' Gleam
Saxofon
Floco Torres
Rap
Skuff Micksun
Rap
Tommy Lehman
Trompete
Theron Brown
Klavier
Jordan McBride
Bass
Zaire Darden
Schlagzeug
Tyler Cratcha
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Coles' Gleam
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Floco Torres
Songwriter:in
Skuff Micksun
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Coles' Gleam
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Tyler Cratcha
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Nathan-Paul Davis
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Bobby Selvaggio
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Recording was done at Kent Stark Recording Studio by Ian Anderson
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Letras
What if I told you the promised land ain't as promised as we have pretended to know
Imagine that feeling of home that you get like a mothers baby
Grabbing her finger as if its saying thanks for a successful collaboration
And then she's taken
The world is full of hatred
Love can feel evasive
Where do we feel the safest
A matrix filled wit danger
A manger filled wit hang ups mm uh
Like Gaara that pain is inside of us mm uh
They creep out the gutter like water bugs
Tryna trigger that love demon uh
The road I've tried is dangerous
My soul is tired I'm anxious
The more I've tried to make it
The more of the trials I'm facing
It's more of the frowns on faces uh
I see people that's passing, while I'm sitting in study hall
Tryna master my craft and, I'm not sure how it's coming off
Feel like a distraction
Cause my mother ain't want me she had me
But the gift & the curse of this rapping
Is the present moments on the backend
And you learn to let go of attachments
And you find the beauty in the madness
And forgiveness is given in action
The universe became a magnet
And that feeling of love & compassion
Helps you see up underneath the sadness
That moment you're showed all the roots of your passions
It went back to that finger you're grabbing
You put a lot of pressure on yourself
It wears on your face
I know it all too well
It can be hard to control
What seems like all the fire in hell
We get so bent outta shape
And lose our place in the world
Disassociate
Alienate ourselves
Like we don't belong
we put it all into a song
Or maybe art up on the wall
We feel a little less alone
Inside our homes if someone calls
It's a very human thing
To want to know you might be missed
It's a very human thing
It's a moment just like this
Sometimes it gets so dark
It's hard to tell if we exist
We twist and turn
We isolate and when it's safe
We shed our skin
Cause even love can leave us lost
That's why our peace comes from within
We break it down to build it up
And break it down
And build again
Written by: Chris Coles, Floco Torres, Orlando Watson, Skuff Mickson