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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Masked Wolf
Masked Wolf
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emma Sameth
Emma Sameth
Songwriter:in
Harry Michael
Harry Michael
Songwriter:in
Tyron Hapi
Tyron Hapi
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyron Hapi
Tyron Hapi
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Masked Wolf
[Verse 2]
Money can be the root of all evil
Make that bread but don't let it make you dead, word
[Verse 3]
Young boy, big dreams
Was never chasing money was just chasing what I need
Happiness hard to find when your heart just bleeds
Looks like a good flower but it's got bad seeds
Don't let that prettiness distract you
Feel old in my bones but I'm still fly, pterodactyl
I could spit real shit or hard shit
Tell you about my hardship, it hurts
'Cause every weekend, I felt heartless
Get it? Weekend, heartless, still spit regardless
Old friends coming back now, dеarly departed
Where was you when I started?
Oh, now that I'm an artist
You want to come back and hang, B, should call you Cardi
[Verse 4]
Part of me broken, part of me wholesome
A lot of me is thinkin' that a lot of me growin'
The spin cycle, enjoy rivals
Everything's a battlefield, I just see rifles, verb
LED, I spit from the L-I-P
Amnesia back then, now they remember me
Tetris when I was falling
I had to rearrange
A lot of Ls came down but I still found my place
In life, it's either sit back or take a leap
But you should never make a promise that you cannot keep
[Verse 5]
Trust me, the hill is steep
But once you at the top, yeah the walk-down's sweet
Everything with ease, yeah, there's no such thing
Life can take away but it also can bring
What's a king without a queen, a king without a army?
I swear I've hit more bars than my boy Barney
Lot of lies can cause carnage
Roll it out like Harley
Still was smart and had to get that green
Parsley, still had to ball something like Charles Barkley
In my room, focused on my sound in my apartment, uh
[Verse 6]
Wait, fake, fake, fake
Now she hear my music, I hear date, date, date
Now I'm typing back, it's too late, late, late
Always believed in me that's fate, fate, fate, word
Written by: Emma Sameth, Harry Michael, Tyron Hapi
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