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distance
128
Hip-Hop/Rap
distance was released on November 14, 2025 by osquinn and FearDorian, under exclusive license to 3500 as a part of the album Before You Press Play
album cover
Release DateNovember 14, 2025
Labelosquinn and FearDorian, under exclusive license to 3500
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FearDorian
FearDorian
Vocals
quinn dupree
quinn dupree
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dorian Williams
Dorian Williams
Lyrics
quinn dupree
quinn dupree
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FearDorian
FearDorian
Producer
quinn dupree
quinn dupree
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet taste of love
The taste of love, it fills me up
Sensation, sweet, don't—
[Verse 1]
Wake up, ayy, got the birds singing
Ayy, I'll get you goin' for the wrong reasons
Ayy, I'll get you gone for the right reasons (As above, so below)
Why this white bitch in the crib? She don't like the season
Uh, smoke so much dope, got my eyes bleeding
Ayy, bells in your city, bitch, been ringing
Ayy, you slide to my party, tell me who you bringing
Ayy, you slide to my crib, tell me who you bringing
Ayy, **** plottin', ayy, **** schemin'
Ayy, **** said I fell off, must've been dreamin'
Ayy, you said that you called, but I didn't see it
Ayy, lil' bro got a clip and he not a streamer
I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Peter (Bitch, I'm not Peter)
I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Lois (Bitch, I'm not Brian)
When it come to paying homage, **** owe me (**** owe me)
Ayy, help a **** look for shit, but I stole it (But I stole it)
Ayy, ayy, runnin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie)
Ayy, ayy, ridin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie)
Ayy, if I wasn't sweet, that would be the old me, uh (Would be the old me)
[Instrumental]
****, what you say? We've seen better days
I got better place, let's get bread today
Let's get fed today
Flippin' over pictures, tryna reminisce today
Trippin' over bitches finna land you in a grave
I should take my own advice, I will never make it right
Felt like it was every night that I was movin' out of spite
Roll a spliffy, light it right
Ain't no room up in this bitch, I won't never like a flight
Sellin' drugs pay nothin'
You see somethin', say nothin'
If you see the jakes, run
Never take a break, nah
Bring her over, slay her
She don't want to stay, fine
This shit always take time
Heard it through the grapevine, ayy
You were sellin' baseline
Put me on, big bro, tryna make my money
Do some somersaults and back flips
I hope that my engineer don't make fun of my adlibs
I hope since the telly gone, the plugs will not start taxin'
Tryna make enough to live a life of straight relaxin'
I think it's a matter of just keepin' up with traction
If we talkin' money, I hope we is only addin'
I can't be broke in a day, so I cannot be braggin'
Riskin' losin' everything when I be outside taggin'
Cargo jeans saggin'
Think I need a therapist 'cause I got hella baggage
I can't blame these bitches, I done too much of the damage
I ain't one of those **** that let anybody manage
If they on your payroll, they should never take advantage
I could flip your whip in several states, I'm doin' damage
I could flip your whips in several, ayy
I could flip your whips in several states, I'm doin' damage
Written by: Dorian Williams, quinn dupree
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