Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Künstler:in
SPEECHLESS
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Preston Abi-Nader
Komponist:in
Lyrics
Weird obsessions, bad decisions
Reading a novel and it's actually non-fiction
Light the path, I'll find my way
Split religion, don't know anything but winning
Never slippin', never fibbin', engulf the flames
Product laid out in the kitchen
(Never slippin', never fibbin', engulf the flames)
(Product laid out in the kitchen)
Over being lazy, gotta run it up
Ignoring calls, 'cause I've had enough
Kills me, how they be acting tough
When you showing up, I be calling bluff
Double dutch, they were ducking bullets
On the way to school, had to avoid the shooting
In 21, I was stacking up, while outside there was riots and looting
Credit card disputing, motion picture movie
Full outfit Louis, like what the fuck am
(Credit card disputing, motion picture movie)
(Full outfit, Louis, like what the fuck am I doing)
It was my fault twice like we were playing tennis
Got that long rod man, like my name was Dennis
Baggy clothes on, so I look suspicious
(Brain waves departed, on to something mythic)
Music so specific, so you listen closer
Realizing there's a deeper motive
Through the dark times, felt like I was chosen
(Chiefin' in the mountains like a locomotive)
Never heavy spoken, language unknown
Six banking apps on my fucking phone
No one like me, not a single clone
(No one like me, not a single clone)
Written by: Preston Abi-Nader