Tragedy

Lyrics
[Intro] Drop the bass like an atomic bomb Beat's on fire like the Notre Dame Cymbals up, we the party crashers Shake the ground, it's a sub disaster (damn) Oh my god, we own the masters Check the crowd, it's full of swagger (ay) R-A-N-I-P-L-A (hoo) That is not my mother's name (Ay) Drop the bass like a spirit bomb Psychic beat, it'll read your palm Burn it down, huff the party ashes Boost the highs, you can feel the crashes (hooh!) So much swag it's problematic Juice is gone, it's almost tragic M-A-S-O-N-I-C That is just the guy I be [Verse] Lost their guard, pair of dummies A super dupe, Becky just about won She punched down cuz no one's above her Six foot un— they be 6 foot under Burnin the world like they got flint and steel Gone in a flash, it's a flinch and steal In a blink, naranja snatched Bananarang? No Wrong response, just subvert the genre You tryna bring the hype, swag through the night? You tryna play it nice when the end is nigh? You think you boutta headline 'cause that bass redlined What's a sub to a tremor though? Scream like the trebles croaked Slice up a track like I'm runnin' with knives Pedal to the metal and I gun to survive E-N-N-W-A-Y **** with me, I make you die [Chorus] Drop the bass like an atomic bomb Beat's on fire like the Notre Dame Okay, drop the bass like a brand new song Rocket drip, how it's blasting off Took the juice, she caused the wreckage Orange skies, the beverage beckons Darkness falls, so unexpected Population undetected T-R-A-G-E-D-Y We ain't swaggin' through the night [Interlude] (This is a deep listening experience) (Relax into the sound) [Bridge] She flies high (Follow her into the skies) In a vessel not of her design (Build a vessel of our own design) Off she goes (Off we go) Leave the earth to erode (While the earth corrodes) [Outro: Mason & Rani] (Prepare for takeoff) You ready? No Good Why— why would you do that? I don't know, I thought I was being cool, it's just like— it was right there. It's just a switch, how am I supposed to not wanna flip it? God (10, 9, 8, 7-6-5-4-321) Wait, wait Wait, wait, no, why is it doing that? Get off!
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Credits
- Writers
- Ranipla
- masonic