Biografía:
Jonathan Park (Hangul: ?; RR: Park Seong-man; born February 18, 1986), known professionally as Dumbfoundead, is an American rapper of Korean descent. He originates from the Koreatown neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Park began growing a large web fan base, after video clips of his rap battles were posted to YouTube. In 2015, Park returned to rap battling to participate in Drake and OVO's event King of the Dot Blackout 5, and was complimented by Drake himself, who expressed his excitement in his return.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Standard tuning
The chords for the whole song are: C Em G Am
Verse 1
C Em
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to land or head back.
G Am
Stacking bread, jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats
C Em
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain needs a wet nap.
G Am
Get the Zags, and blunt wraps. Grab the swisher gut that
C Em
Pack your bags, get some traction blasting off the launch pad.
G Am
You might get the ashes on you I don't think you want that
C Em
Ain't gotta help me up I did that for my drunk dad,
G Am
been there done that I don't need to flaunt that
C Em
I'm on that grown shit, blow dro smoke spliffs.
G Am
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit
C Em
I don't fly coach I coach folks on fly-ness.
G Am
Boatloads of dope flows, hope flows, the tides in.
C Em
Gold touch of Midas post up and light it
G Am
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast duck that's flying.
C Em
I'm in the sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down
G Am
Go ahead without me I'll be on the next shuttle out
Chorus
C Em
Haven't been home in a minute, so independent
G Am
no way to know where I'm going.
C Em
But Imma be right back,
G Am
Imma be right back.
C Em
Flown to the limits, always been a mission.
G Am
So distant.
C Em
I keep missing my flights back,
G Am
but Imma be right back.
Repeat troughout the whole song
The chords for the whole song are: C Em G Am
Verse 1
C Em
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to land or head back.
G Am
Stacking bread, jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats
C Em
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain needs a wet nap.
G Am
Get the Zags, and blunt wraps. Grab the swisher gut that
C Em
Pack your bags, get some traction blasting off the launch pad.
G Am
You might get the ashes on you I don't think you want that
C Em
Ain't gotta help me up I did that for my drunk dad,
G Am
been there done that I don't need to flaunt that
C Em
I'm on that grown shit, blow dro smoke spliffs.
G Am
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit
C Em
I don't fly coach I coach folks on fly-ness.
G Am
Boatloads of dope flows, hope flows, the tides in.
C Em
Gold touch of Midas post up and light it
G Am
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast duck that's flying.
C Em
I'm in the sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down
G Am
Go ahead without me I'll be on the next shuttle out
Chorus
C Em
Haven't been home in a minute, so independent
G Am
no way to know where I'm going.
C Em
But Imma be right back,
G Am
Imma be right back.
C Em
Flown to the limits, always been a mission.
G Am
So distant.
C Em
I keep missing my flights back,
G Am
but Imma be right back.
Repeat troughout the whole song
Dunamis
Duncan Browne
Duncan Fellows
Duncan James
Duncan Woods