Stap - Kral EP is available on all digital platforms!
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Produced by: M.O.B Entertainment, an associated label of GOVINET
Published by: Turkish Music Publishing (TMP)
Stap Management: Apollon Unity
Stap Booking: Apollon Entertainment
Lyrics & Music: Stap
Mix & Mastering: Sırat
Beatmaker: Regna
Electric Guitar: Halil Can Yıldırım
Film By: PARS
Directed by: USAT
Anadolu Lyrics:
No visible role
Stand up, hold on
Don't eat the problems, they won't score for free
Don't be upset, don't stress yourself
I've never had any older brother or idol in my life
A pistol on my waist
Restless when I don't have it
I'm indecisive, anxious on some days
Perfect with a 300 mg Pregabalin
Bodies filled with scars (it's a pity)
There were tons of issues (how)
A spirit prone to violence (dad)
Illegitimate, not legitimate
In the most beautiful years
In the heart of Anatolia
I melted in its bosom
I swam in the yellow steppe
I sowed continuously, stood tall alone
Today and tomorrow
Death is always around me
Maybe it's at my doorstep today
In the most beautiful years
In the heart of Anatolia
I melted in its bosom
I swam in the yellow steppe
I sowed continuously, stood tall alone
Today and tomorrow
Death is always around me
Maybe it's at my doorstep today
Hello, brother, it's Tuesday
Yesterday's taste is still in my mouth
Number three on my head, with a cap, sharp
They might think I'm a Mexican
I sand my car
And do local paint, live like a retiree
I lie down and enjoy
Although "Keep it real" is still there, my friend
We're not empty, so what's up with the king?
I walk forever
Don't count the losses
What falls to my share
I don't know, but, ah, believe what you hear
I can't meddle in anyone's sins, dad
I make time for my lads, not for dogs
I know the value of what you have, what a man's worth
I won't get caught up in nonsense
I don't wear silver as heavy as my weight
I don't play rich
We live on what God gives, if possible
Diving into deep thoughts, watching good times, drinking
"Today's Moonlight" plays while I go from Hasandede to Keskin
In the most beautiful years
In the heart of Anatolia
I melted in its bosom
I swam in the yellow steppe
I sowed continuously, stood tall alone
Today and tomorrow
Death is always around me
Maybe it's at my doorstep today
In the most beautiful years
In the heart of Anatolia
I melted in its bosom
I swam in the yellow steppe
I sowed continuously, stood tall alone
Today and tomorrow
Death is always around me
Maybe it's at my doorstep today
24 мар 2021
