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Cubic Centimeters
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Alternative
Cubic Centimeters was released on August 25, 2022 by PATRCK / The Author's Commission as a part of the album Cubic Centimeters - Single
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Release DateAugust 25, 2022
LabelPATRCK / The Author's Commission
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.
Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.
Songwriter
Killa Beats
Killa Beats
Songwriter

Lyrics

I wait on the beat
But you know that
I do this though
Staring me down
In my head I'm like
Who this hoe
She feel on my
Tummy I'm not
Turning Buddhist
Yo
Doors to my trust
And you know them
Shits do lock
Jackass on a
Journey I'm headed
To Duloc
Embody philosophy
I just need hope
Moonrocks I inhale
But the earth is still
Dope
Like big hoes with
Pretty friends these
**** ruin things
They dropping litter
I walk pass the
Ruining's
The high-rise is packed
With 'bout twenty
Vaginas
While I'm getting sucked
In the finest recliner
She don't care 'bout cheese
I gave her supreme meat
Fucking this money up
Should start a porn
Channel
Me I'm a beast can
Someone find me
Doc Antle
Feel like I'm Rozay
But what can a boss
Handle
Went off like Lebanon
Middle East, Syria
Got me lewa lady
In Lagos, Nigeria
Go back to school
And dissect the
Criteria
Don't call me Hitler
I'm simply superior
My car is German
Got leather interior
Hit up my astronaut
Then went back outer space
She stop showing interest
I had to get out her
space
When I be with dumb ****
I feel so out of place
Put on my Crocs and
Then went to the Everglades
This nowhere near
The best shit that I ever made
His death a call away
That's if I'm never paid
I wanna eat healthy
What the fuck is gluten free
My brother move stealth
He gone choose opportunity
Kids leave the beach
Make the hoes give
Me nudity
Jumped off being regular
I'm parasailing
If I take these shoes off
Then my pair is selling
You all might love a demon
But my girl angelic, Don't
Tell her no secrets so how
Could she tell it
In two hundred years
In museum see my
Replica
Underwear Hanes baby
Fuck all that Ethika
I don't like bad news so
I shot the messenger
Cannot time travel
If you not my passenger
Bae went to Neptune
I'm chasing after her
Money my wife
Human female come
After her
Pain got different levels
I know that shit have to hurt
Take care of my sons
Like Cypher in After Earth
Think outside the box
And feel myself emerging
Iceberg on my wrist
This shit became a burden
I'm paying it forward help
All those who hurting
La Vida es Buena
PATRCK going loco
Hermosa my Chica
Rap game in a chokehold
Miguel Felix plaza
I make sure it's white sold
I'm showing bars and my
Car it's gone speed for me
I need some oxygen
Audience breathe for me
Brain not at capacity
Who else can read for me
God had me planted
But right now I'm blooming
Mr. David Tyler stopped
Me from assuming
Got white AF1's
Had to stop all the crooning
I don't focus on it
But it's evil looming
I'm recruiting soldiers
And moving more tactical
Was never a joker
And nor was I practical
My opponents are fictional
I knew I had to kill
They fate in my hands
Like a Ziploc I had to seal
Leaving the World Cup
Pour me some lemonade
Zero the number of
How many women stayed
Money my deathbed
Got in the bed, I argue with
Helmets cause I get
More head
I count up the blues
She left me on read
The presidents love me
Though cause they are dead
His homie is soft, remind
Me of Ted
She play with my balls
I continued to score on her
Bought some new diamonds
And she know they go on her
Spoil her too much, fuck
Around put the store on her
Got her on lock like a
Motherfucking store owner
In my head I do riots and
All type of crazy shit
Will I go to heaven
If I kill a crazy bitch
Wealth incomprehensible
I know I'm crazy rich
Back from intermission
A two second breather, I'm
Out of her league that hoe
Wide receiver
If all men are dogs I'm
Golden Retriever, she don't
Let me bone then I have
To leave her
Cubic centimeters, don't
Know why the name
Don't know why they hate
The player, fuck the game
Give my shooter 3's for
Nets he gone aim
I am not her ex don't know
Why she claim
PATRCK gone dash
Roc-A-Fella Dame
Guys I'm recommending
You all do the same or just
Live in misery who said
That's lame
Go get a umbrella and
Cry in the rain
While I hit up Zahir
About my new chain
Dang
Cubic centimeters
Written by: Killa Beats, Patrick Singleton-Williams Jr.
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