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Headspace
Hip-Hop/Rap
Headspace wurde am 24. Januar 2025 von New Divsion als Teil des Albums Headspace - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum24. Januar 2025
LabelNew Divsion
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Pagan
Justin Pagan
Rap, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Pagan
Justin Pagan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Pagan
Justin Pagan
Engineer

Songtexte

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I think I need to get away for the night
Fuckin up my headspace
Huh
Drive the Porsche watch me swerve out the lot
Sippin lean cliché pour a four in my pop
I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I gotta get away for the night, I gotta get away for the night
Sex, money, drugs but I just want love
I'm fucked up on drugs but Im trynna change myself
Smoke a blunt sit back trynna heal from the pain
Trynna heal from the past fucked up trynna save myself
I hate when I self-sabotage cause that's when I hate myself
I might pop out of Hell with a Glock 19
Too high right now demons laughing at me
Devil creepin yeah he looking right back up at me
I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I'm way too in my head right now smoke a spliff feel good, yeah I feel better
I'm on a private island trynna get away from this Hell that I call home
Demons they creepin' yeah they all inside of my home
Yeah, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, oh, oh
Uh
I'm in the studio my phone on DND trynna stay focused
I'm in a Maybach truck tell the chauffeur move up cause a **** need leg space
I gotta stop taking drugs its fuckin me up, I'm thinking I need me some headspace
Uh, headspace, crushing pills snorting lines on a jet plane
I think I need me some headspace, sipping Lean got me high till the next day
(Till the next day)
I'm taking pills till the next day, I'm up in London I'm high off the blues
I'm a money counting, Percocet feining for the pills
I'm In love with them codeine thrills
Hmm, I'm getting chills
Got a big ass Tommy gun feel like I'm Rambo when I shoot shit up in the field
Im a paid ass **** getting cash for real
I'm bout my racks for real, counting stack for real
I could die right now they don't know how I feel
But it's all good shorty, In the stu pouring out my feels
Drive the Porsche watch me swerve out the lot
Sippin lean cliché pour a four in my pop
I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I gotta get away for the night, I gotta get away for the night
Sex, money, drugs but I just want love
I'm fucked up on drugs but Im trynna change myself
Smoke a blunt sit back trynna heal from the pain
Trynna heal from the past fucked up trynna save myself
I hate when I self-sabotage cause that's when I hate myself
I might pop out of Hell with a Glock 19
Too high right now demons laughing at me
Devil creepin yeah he looking right back up at me
I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace
I'm way too in my head right now smoke a spliff feel good, yeah I feel better
I'm on a private island trynna get away from this Hell that I call home
Written by: Justin Pagan
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