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Gloss
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Gloss wurde am 25. September 2020 von Cerb als Teil des Albums The Chronicles of ONE YEAR veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. September 2020
LabelCerb
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
One Year
One Year
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
One Year
One Year
Songwriter
Carter Jarrett Tusa
Carter Jarrett Tusa
Composer

Songtexte

Bloodhounds
Just another day that I'm down, I’m discouraged
Got all these ideas but I can't exert 'em
I don't really know what to say in person
So I'ma spill it out in my songs cause I'm hurtin'
You can hate all you want, I don't really give a shit
I ain't even gonna flaunt cause I don't wanna exist
But I love when they talk, that's my favorite
W-Worst on the block, yeah I'm the most hated
Gloss-Gloss on my skin, fuck these thoughts that I'm in
R-Right all my wrongs, but I'm still gonna sin
I'ma take all of my talent and throw it in a bin
Despise all of my songs, can't even finish what I begin
Say the wrong thing, and I think I might get violent
Can't trust no bitch, they gon' play me like a violin
I don't see a purpose, I feel like a nihilist
Tell me that it's worth it or I think I'ma cry again
Time after time, it goes by
I ain't felt shit since July
Gotta prove myself so I'ma still try
I can tell you with my chest, but it'll still be a lie
I wish I was perfect, but I'm feeling worthless
Clean with my sins with detergent
S-Skin, I'ma burn it
I swear that I'm earnest, just don't know how to word it
Drop my thoughts, it's concerning
I-I'm so dumb, but I'm learning
Growing wings like a Pegasus, I'm feeling so elegant
Baby I'm heaven-sent, my baby so delicate
You taught me through requisite, no you not getting it
Am I by myself? Am I playing pretend?
Gloss on my skin, fuck these thoughts that I'm in
R-Right all my wrongs, but I'm still gonna sin
I'ma take all of my talent and throw it in a bin
Despise all of my songs, can't even finish what I begin
Say the wrong thing, and I think I might get violent
Can't trust no bitch, they gon' play me like a violin
I don't see a purpose, I feel like a nihilist
Tell me that it's worth it or I think I'ma cry again
Written by: Carter Jarrett Tusa, One Year
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