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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Triple One
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Grealish
Conor Grealish
Songwriter
Dominic Kim
Dominic Kim
Songwriter
Martin Guilfoyle
Martin Guilfoyle
Songwriter
William Gunns
William Gunns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Billy Gunns
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Reach for the heat and get burnt by the bomb
Blast off the booster seat
I'm on the team to beat
They better fall to knees
Where I'm from
Stardust boys generate the thunder
We intergalactic why they wonder
Three ones stole the game by surprise
Glide round the E and the west on my spaceship
Four door Subaru when they race it
Froze so quick put ten to this face red
[Verse 2]
Silk on my wrist
Gram in my fist
Lonely, they follow into the abyss
Get wetter for me
Better for me
The General quick to get lost in a spree
Picnic hanging rock out my pocket
Not enough time to reset the rocket
Hang with the kings
And your gonna get king hits
The FTW flew off astral plane shit
[Verse 3]
You can't be me, I'm a rap star
I'm mobbing out the back of a black car
Black kicks, black cap, black track star
Head banging till I break, Marty go wild
Yellow nuts they drop to the pavement
You better run and get my payment
We do not fuck with layman
This is my final statement
[Verse 4]
Blade on my heart
Don't lock me up in my craft
They cannot hold me down from on Mars
I cannot cry for you when I'm always broken
We do not provide violence here
Yap a lot you meet silence here
Molly dooker got the cream and sugar
I'm a perfect cooker, it's a science dear
[Verse 5]
Halo
Halo
But you were so off
(Because you want me to be it)
And you a showoff
(Whenever you despise me to be it)
[Verse 6]
Halo
Halo
But you were so off
(Because you want me to be it)
And you a showoff
(Whenever you despise me to be it)
[Verse 7]
Take apart myself, inside I'm righteous
Close your legs, your lips are looking priceless
Bitches love blow inside her sinus
Bitches hot and cold, just like the climate
This is feelin' wrong, but I could try it
You just mute your phone without an eyelid
I got shivers down my neck, excited
Takin' off the strip, just like a pilot
[Verse 8]
Cry me to sleep
I got a bag of dreams
With no strings 'cause they paid for
Inside a sheet, your eyes won't release
We touched hips, what a damn shame
Kiss my lip, I'm on finger tip
Egg shells on the ice, what a hot mess
Double back just to hit the mack
She want me to get beat
Like I'm dead meat
[Verse 9]
So who's to say if I confine inside myself?
Or who's to say it's only relevant
When notches on the belt?
Evident my conversation get to somethin' else
'Cause when around the circle
Occulating gets to someone else
So fuck you, I won't hold my lip
I got the devil on the telly
But remote won't flick
It's liking lead inside the belly
But the bozo's thick
And if she hit me on the celly
Think my phone don't itch
It's like
[Verse 10]
Halo
Halo
But you were so off
(Because you want me to be it)
And you a showoff
(Whenever you despise me to be it)
[Verse 11]
Halo
Halo
But you were so off
(Because you want me to be it)
And you a showoff
(Whenever you despise me to be it)
Written by: Conor Grealish, Dominic Kim, Martin Guilfoyle, William Gunns
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