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Center Core Never More

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Center Core Never More was released on December 16, 2022 by G59 Records as a part of the album DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

Song Details

AlbumDIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

Release DateDecember 16, 2022

LabelG59 Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Germ

Vocals

Ruby Da Cherry

Vocals

Scrim

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aristos Petrou

Lyrics

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Songwriter

Jerry Antoine

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Budd Dwyer

Producer

Lyrics

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash!)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

Diamonds hit like Pop Rocks, we got too hot

Lightin' blunts with lava, we don't do the drama

But the Oscars where I'm posted at

Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars

I swear to God on that

I'ma need you to stand on that

I'm tryna tap in with your almanac

Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement (yeah)

**** might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement (yeah yeah)

Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican lookin' for all my payments

Paper chasin' Haitian, move the chains like 4th and inches

(Bad shit!) I'm here to slay 'em

All this lean bitch, I can't feel my body (yeah, yeah)

All these pills bitch, I can't feel my body (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody (huh)

Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body

White dove fly high (coo), throw my threes up in the sky

Throw my threes around my eyes, and then I call it my disguise

Mask off, I'm just out here with a raw face (yeah, yeah)

Ask me how I been and I draw blanks

Hold tight 'til my claws break (I don't know)

Full metal jacket kinda heavy (heavy)

At the bottom of the fuckin' lake, I parked my Chevy (parked my Chevy)

(Yeah)

Waiting to die, but I wasn't born ready (nah)

Shaking up my life, I'm just tryna hold steady

Birds of a feather flock together (yup!)

Grey the fucking gang, ain't no one could do it better (Grey!)

Two odd numbers right behind a fucking letter (Five)

(Nine!) Me, $lick and Germ, our alliance is forever

I just popped a pill (pill), pull up, what the deal? (Deal)

Pistol whip a pussy, have 'em looping on a reel (reel)

Wood grain wheel (wheel), chromed out rims (rims)

Million-dollar deals, sign my name as H-I-M (Wetto!)

Tales from the North (North), back from the dead

Hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my head (Northside!)

Two-story grave (grave), trauma on my wrist (wrist)

Three fingers high, other three in my bitch

Bitch, fuck

I got problems that won't go away (mm, guess who?)

Don't understand 'cause I been hitting pay, yeah

Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I do want a threesome)

New opps, but my clique grey (Grey!)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Takin' a sip from the- fire)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)

(Smoke that pound, 'nother- fire)

(Fire)

(Fire)

(Fire)

Written by: Aristos Petrou, Jerry Antoine, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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