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I Admit It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Skladba I Admit It vyšla 12. prosince 2025 Great Day Records/Santa Anna na albu McKenzie

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Skladba I Admit It byla v minulém týdnu nejčastěji objevena v segmentu okolo 40 sekundy od začátku.

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

FattMack

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wicked

Producer

ClayCo

Producer

Roxy

Producer

Peter A. Barker

Peter A. Barker

Immersive Audio Engineer

Trevor James

Mixing Engineer

Texty

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fatt, Fatt

[Chorus]

I admit it, I'm depressed

I tried everything I can to be okay, but I'm still in it

I take everything to the chest, I blame myself but I ain't bitchin'

You took everything I said and twisted my words, but I ain't trippin'

You ain't special, you the same as the rest of all these little bitches, you ain't no different

Always faded, my new ho a CNA, she bring prescriptions

That's my baby, I left my last bitch 'cause I wasn't her only ****

That ho played me, she get nasty in the backseat of vehicles, she go crazy

[Verse 1]

Bro shoot switches out the window of the rental, please don't chase me

I pour the deuce, had shit to do but now this trish got me too lazy

I can't do it, I can't lie, I wanna die, but suicide, I just can't do it

Several times I put my fiyah to my mind, I just couldn't use it

I pop Perkys all the time, I clear my mind, think about you

I think about us, think about all the times I sat up feelin' used

I tie my shoes before I step out, I'm still trippin' over you

[Verse 2]

Just tell the truth, do you love me, or what I can do, or how I'm gettin' it?

Gettin' too rich, finna drop a bag on the opps, they all finished

I pay killers to wipe 'em all out, don't leave one witness livin'

I'm gettin' sicker, all these drugs fuckin' up my body, I'm gettin' weaker every minute

[Verse 3]

But shit, I still ain't stop gettin' high, I don't know why, know they killin' me

I get sad, I don't wanna talk, I don't know why I'm in my feelings

I broke your heart, and bae, I'm sorry, I don't know how, but I'ma fix it

I need time, don't disturb me while I'm runnin' up these millions, on my grind

[Verse 4]

Yeah, you don't even gotta ask, bitch, it's a fact that Fatt gon' ride with you

Before I say what happened and tell the truth, I tell you lies

I'm tryin' to protect you, I know the truth'll blow your mind

I know my twin gon' shoot, he got that look up in his eyes

[Verse 5]

Bro, when I try to smack shit on some ass shit and kill some

I was the first young **** gettin' high in the city, I'm a pilgrim

All my bros on drugs, that shit ain't good and it's all my fault

You ain't built for the streets, ****, yo' ass need to hit the sidewalk

[Chorus]

I admit it, I'm depressed

I tried everything I can to be okay, but I'm still in it

I take everything to the chest, I blame myself but I ain't bitchin'

You took everything I said and twisted my words, but I ain't trippin'

You ain't special, you the same as the rest of all these little bitches, you ain't no different

Always faded, my new ho a CNA, she bring prescriptions

That's my baby, I left my last bitch 'cause I wasn't her only ****

That ho played me, she get nasty in the backseat of vehicles, she go crazy

Written by: Corey Kerr, Jonathan Tyler Gibby, Mckenzie Haynes

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