To address all the comments below, the sample used is owned by Warner Bros, as it is from a song called Sycamore Trees from the show Twin Peaks. Likely won't be able to upload content containing this for profit without disputing. Zach makes the beat and does not care if you use it without paying for it is basically the gist of what 'FREE FOR PROFIT' means - unless you get successful. Unfortunately, there will be sometimes that the samples are not cleared in which the onus is on you to sort out any disputes etc.
@@dutchvanderlinde4482 well, look at lucid dreams by juice wrld, song got big, sting sued juice and got 85% of royalties (if i remember right), but still juice made shit ton of money from that record. So i would post the song and not give a fuck about the sample. You are always going to win one way over another if the song gets big.
Zach, thank you so much for this and I hope this comment finds you well. This beat inspired me to tell a tale of a dream I had and it brought that creative spark to me, I hope to work with you again in the future and will be shooting you another message in your DMs of the finished product. Thank you so much and 1 love!
See underwater i feel like a diver' Needing some water to put out this fire I like to rhyme on the beat when i light up Laugh in the city i left with no lighter bad little bitty this dress getting tighter
fam. all i heard was 2 beats, and u got my damn sub, i’m killing all yo damn beats soon as i get home from my shift, i’m sleeping in the studio tonight.
I keep my friends close but keep my foes closer Stay in the ring and I fight like Barboza Feel like a Cowboy this gun a revolver got 4 in the holster And I ain’t on a team but I got my takeover See underwater I feel like a diver Needing some water to put out this fire I like to rhyme on the beat when I light up Laugh in the city I left with no lighter Got to break they neck So they place respect On my name see me aim the tech Any hater round my way get slept I'm not tryna be a weapon my mind is I Fell out of my sleep I'm the second son Time for that punch we pushing wigs back You got to get back you got to get back We pop flats not do u-turns That day coming I'm never running Obey me or fear he The rest is resting in peace Nobody's taking pleas Please don't forget me The dead is speaking The brightest star burns slow That scoreboard got a different score Them smokers just smoke The battlefield seems full of poor souls Let it go an Ima let it blow thus was so
