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Gethsemane
Hip-Hop/Rap
Gethsemane wurde am 4. Januar 2026 von thGodsn als Teil des Albums This Wasn't Meant To Comfort You veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum4. Januar 2026
LabelthGodsn
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
thGodsn
thGodsn
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetre Ferrell
Demetre Ferrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
thGodsn
thGodsn
Producer

Songtexte

Might be the realest thing i ever wrote
Might be the realest
Keep me different I don't mind being left out
I am treasure, I don't mind getting Exed out
Bury me. I still win. Poke my chest out
And in the still wind blow the mess out
My circle getting smaller. Yo my pupils be little
Me owe sis nothing but the truth make her brittle
Bro get broken down to be built to a temple
And I can take the pressure from all sides
Boy I was built for the middle
That's Team
But yo mines seems nonexistent. Stupidity
Hollow head. My CO's just be out of their mind, Kidding me
Cuss. U know I'm coming after the F. I been a G
Supposed to be my block but you just drain my energy
The circle shrinks, the room for error does too
Everyone stick around when we just Kung fu
Kicking it. Til hell start kicking then it's "Son-who?"
The God son. I carried my cross, I appreciate you who hung too
Don't know what's going on Lord explain it to me
All I see is red and I can't sleep
Help me to see the fake in my vicinity
If it's the only way to beat my enemies
My God
My God
My God
Ooo, I just hope I live after this
Real eyes, realize, real lies. You can shut up with that
Love will have you more confused with actions than mumble rap
Fully putting trust my friends, I'd say I'm done with that
Too many betrayals. It's Mumm-Ra vs Thundercats
Suicidal tendencies. I played with Thundercat
Never wanna off myself, just want God to say "you done with that"
Then take me out. Some sorta peace to a broken me
Suffering from a selfish folks disease
I'm ill now
Like how could you sleep, knowing I bleed
From my tear ducts, I intercede for
All you ****, can't even breathe
You suffocate me but running away when I'm in need
Guess this is my Gethsemane
Can't let this cup pass
Fell a million times but I got up fast
Never sold a friend for a quarter glass
A quarter past midnight I picked up the phone for your dumb
I gotta go these soldiers about to come past
Don't know what's going on Lord explain it to me
All I see is red and I can't breathe
Praying I see the fake in my vicinity
Is this the only way to beat my enemy
My God
My God
My God
I just hope I live after this
I don't know if you are even listening to me right now
But I want you to know I'm gonna do what I gotta do
Love them all even when it hurts
Waiting to bite me like reptiles in the grass
But if this is the only way to get it done
So be it
Written by: Demetre Ferrell
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