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Sleepy Hallow ft. Fousheé - Deep End Freestyle (Official Video Release)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Stimme und Gesang
Fousheé
Fousheé
Stimme und Gesang
Great John
Great John
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter:in
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter:in
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter:in
Britanny Fousheé
Britanny Fousheé
Songwriter:in
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Great John
Great John
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna give me a reason
(Great John on the beat by the way)
[Verse 2]
My body different
Shorty said she tryna kick it
I'm in her mouth sumn' like a dentist
Cookin' up, I'm in the kitchen
Big bro wildin' tryna catch a victim
I took a L
But now I'm back, they ain't winning
Look, and I'm doin' well
Don't even ask how I'm livin'
**** ain't real, they cap
Ridin' round with a seat laid back
They told me to chill, I'm itching to clap
If I pull up, somebody get whacked
Boy, tie yo laces, **** tripping
Red lights, we gon' skip it
Fucked up a new V, we was dippin'
From the police, I was drillin'
But fuck it, let's skate on
Run up a bag with my bro gods (Broke)
Watch how I show off
Step in the room, and she takin' her clothes off
I ain't even say much, huh
Ain't even do much
They like "Sleepy, you too much"
Know I got a bag, right?
Huh, know I live a fast life?
Said she fell in love, met her last night
Said she want this shit for life
Girl you must be dumb, no, you not the type (What?)
No, I'm not the type
I think I was lost in a past life, came back, got my cash right
Say you want the sauce, I can get you right
But it's heavy when you not light
Bro, keep the strap, sumn' like a dyke
He be shootin', he don't like to fight
I could get you wrapped up like a gift
Smoked up like a spliff
Choppa tell 'em, "Back up, or get hit"
Got my racks up, now I'm lit
I could get you packed up in this bitch
And my blood blue 'cause I'm Crip
Fendi pack, full of hunnids (That's a fact)
I just reached out my whip, see ya runnin (Fuck outta here)
Bitches say a **** stuntin', huh (Stuntin)
Know how they hate that I came up from nothin'
Backed out, get to drummin' (Baow, baow)
I'ma show a **** how I'm comin'
I was down, now I'm uppin (Now I'm up)
They was hatin' on me, now they lovin' (Wait, hold on)
[Verse 3]
Go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna, give me a reason
Written by: Britanny Fousheé, Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers

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