Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruno Agustin Duarte
Songwriter
Lyrics
Seasons changing
All lights off on me
All lights off of me
Don't let go of me
Yeah it's so real
All that love is bound to get lost
I was on the lowest
I'm not my self
Not right now
Not right now
Nah
Like for heavens sake like oh my god
I am not the one that you could find
I'm from far away
I left the satellites behind
I don't wanna die alone
I don't wanna die at all
I had false visions in my head
It seems nowadays I been dead from the start
So I got to move on
Yeah I got to keep going
Used to sit alone
Damn put it on ya
But I still don't know
Why I'm still alone
Where's the silver line
Silver li-yah-ineee
Silver li-ah-ineee-ah-inee-ah-ahh-ahhhh
I could free the world
I still don't give a fuck I let it burn
I got blickarus flows, now I'm reborn
I got plentiful broads don't be concerned with what I got
I never learn
Please know that I'm not concerned with your gods or
Anything I walk up into church with it on
My burner
Burn wood often
I gottttttt-
Cause either way it go down
Either way yuh, either way it go
Hoop life yuh either way it go
Yuh yuh either way it go
Majestic brondde noises
I remember being so mad I wanted Yandhi to drop
Hit my phone, my brother texting me, "Yo brondde when you dropping"
James Lebron how I ball
They like brondde where you at
It's lil brondd on your bitch, so you won't get her back
Yeah that pussy sweet as fuck but I'm smoking sour pack
Gummy-yummy-dummy-ass boy, you a fucking sour patch
Either way I'm made for this, why
Because I said so yeuhh
I know because its love
Putting my soul into it yuh
Dick yo bitch right fuck yeah I'm finna show her sum
I already told the bitch I wanna know your cunt
Already took the bitch I want another one
Alr--
Pack almost blew my lung
Godamnit I don't understand this tiny ass j so loud I'm fried as fuck
I remember being mad as fuck I wanted Yandhi to drop
It's crazy the way that the tables been turning my brother he saying he want me to drop
It's crazy the way that the tables been turning my brother he talking bout
Brondde when you putting that tape out
I could go fuck up some pastries
I cook in the lab call me brondde the baker
I'm cooking up yams boy stop playing
Fuck up the game, most valuable player
Bands on bands hell yeah
Oh now you claim you a day one
Writer(s): Bruno Duarte
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