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Refried Nights (feat. Ghosttown)
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UK Hip-Hop
Refried Nights (feat. Ghosttown) was released on September 26, 2024 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Faster Than the Speed of Death (feat. Ghosttown)
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Release DateSeptember 26, 2024
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Players
Dead Players
Performer
Dabbla
Dabbla
Performer
Jam Baxter
Jam Baxter
Performer
GhostTown
GhostTown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frankie Teardrop
Frankie Teardrop
Composer
Andrew Pittas
Andrew Pittas
Songwriter
Jacob Lloyd
Jacob Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GhostTown
GhostTown
Producer

Lyrics

In them strange side rooms where the snakes and the slug slither
I sipped a giant twinkling glass of the blood thinner
The DJ screams there can only be one winner
We found him headbutting himself in a smudged mirror
His tattoos were drawn on freshly every morning
By the same clammy hand that shook that baggy empty for him
Damn
Something in the punch sent me soaring
The barmaid twitches and whispers a friendly warning
Hear the schlup schlup of his feet on the sticky floor
We was squashed tight, bickering, clenched in the city's jaw
We skanked among the gaps in his crooked and blackened teeth
And then rolled up every night with a sign that says „give me more“
I could never keep it civil
I dont care what it is just carve me off a little
Keep my face covered in a couple layers of gristle
Cup it in your shriveled hand sink a second triple
Where we been all night now
You darkened every doorstep, damn
Kicking all the lights out, shit
I meant to keep the floors wet
Staying weird for the whole year, say
I ain't stuffing us a damn shot, nah
I think i left my soul here
Snuck through every backdoor
In a black and white world where the lines blur and the truth bend
He took his chances and swung em round by the loose end
Called the plug then he stuck em all in their asses
While he crowdsurfed a sea of inflatable flailing tube men
Their words were founded on quite astounding audacities
Refine my actions on ancient fabrics and tapestries
He'd be protected by tempered glass in the galleries
For generations to come ??? of the abnormalities
Bold (becky?) in brick work relays a couple ???
Bite my shit get your lip burst
The problem with you ghouls is you all think with your pricks first
I put em all to shame when im stitching a quick verse
Your dick splurts
Yeah they were there but never certy
I carried them forever still they try to do me dirty
It's funny cos i treated you like family but (worry?)
Now when you see me working better fucking not disturb me
Where we been all night now
You darkened every doorstep, damn
Kicking all the lights out, shit
I meant to keep the floors wet
Staying weird for the whole year, say
I ain't stuffing us a damn shot, nah
I think i left my soul here
Snuck through every backdoor
He would slalom through the scandals deep in the whisky sours
A team of scuba divers all search for the missing hours
Every human on display in this little exhibit cowers
Those nurses in asbestos dresses all bring him flowers
He's out the back gossipping, gods in their grubby sandals
My loose lips drooped and dangled around my ankles
They looked up at my face from a hundred obscure angles
We plucked apart your evenings pocketing whole handfuls
Communication was scrambled
They trampled through the jungle gambling with their lives
And macheteing through the brambles
They had to learn as we watched em burn like the shambles that they were
And shat themselves as we spat like some roman candles
The pain i felt and the stain on collective consciousness
As monsters whispered how devastation was circumstantial
Wipe the mouth full of anger and propaganda
That was fully televised but the revolution was cancelled
Where we been all night now
You darkened every doorstep, damn
Kicking all the lights out, shit
I meant to keep the floors wet
Staying weird for the whole year, say
I ain't stuffing us a damn shot, nah
I think i left my soul here
Snuck through every backdoor
Written by: Andrew Pittas, Frankie Teardrop, Jacob Lloyd
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