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Let's Be Dead Inside Together
Hip-Hop/Rap
Let's Be Dead Inside Together was released on March 24, 2020 by F. Virtue as a part of the album All's Fair in Love and War, but Really All's Unfair Always
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Release DateMarch 24, 2020
LabelF. Virtue
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
F. Virtue
F. Virtue
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Elijah Kowall
William Elijah Kowall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F. Virtue
F. Virtue
Producer
Skinny Atlas
Skinny Atlas
Producer

Lyrics

The key to your apartment is the key this rap’s in
I wonder how he’s been but I won’t ask him
He don’t give two shits
Our relationship was just two ships passin’
I think I’m in love but his heart belongs to Athens
Baby blue stripes on white linens
Ramen noodles
Splitting chocolate mushrooms in his kitchen
11:11 wishes
Vintage records on while I washed the dishes
How the fuck don’t you miss this!?
Got a god king on his pimp shit feeling like a mistress
Like you don’t know who this is - Well, neither do I
Lost boys hunting for our piece of the sky
But I guess it’s best we broke before you leave for Greece in July
Yeah,
Cuz you don’t want to be tied
To New York, or anyone, anywhere besides
Wherever you’ll be going
And whoever you’ll be with
And I didn’t make the list
I just wanna be w you tonight.
The key to your Prius is the key this rap’s in
“Disappointed daddy” stitched over his hat’s brim
He called me kiddo, I called him captain
I think I’m in love but his heart belongs to Athens
More than once you told me you couldn’t imagine more of this
This being life, you said you’re bored of it
In your forties and disenchanted, so completely exhausted
Like you’ve had it, you’ve saw it, and any fascination, you’ve lost it
With eyes blue as blood and heart hard as onyx
You’re a ghost of a man and I’m haunted
Showing no emotions like your feelings have on off switch
That you won’t turn on for me
But I know you’re still turned on by me
Your toothbrush is by my sink w your comb
I can’t throw em out like how the father of a fallen soldier sits by the phone
Waiting for a call that won’t come
Like I’m waiting for you to come home
Written by: William Elijah Kowall
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