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19
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19 wurde am 16. Mai 2026 von The Arrival als Teil des Albums The Arrival veröffentlicht
Veröffentlicht16. Mai 2026
LabelThe Arrival
SpracheEnglish
BPM72
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Yeah
Damn, Kosha, this beat fire
Uh, game to be sold, I just opened up shop
Take a look around, I'll probably cop whatever's hot
Jackin' hobby, jackin' DVDs down at the swap
Uncle PCP went from habit to havin' opp
I think about my team, I was back in my teens
Snapback or death trap, we was only nineteen
Michael moved to Kansas to better his chances
Should've stayed in Long Beach 'cause they killed him for glancin'
The future lookin' bleak so I'm yellin' like Meek
Booth my element, only air I can breathe
Fiji out the double, Grump stayin' in trouble
Somebody always had the heat when you playin' the bubble
Pitos makin' flautas, we flossin' apparel
Fiends poppin', got the crib hotter than habaneros
Me and Trav rockin' out on some A.I. and Melo
I kept the stick behind my back just like Donatello
Sometimes it was just hard to breathe, for real
Ayy, one dream was slippin' away
We started investin' in another dream
Man, I remember Muzz used to fight about who gon' get a Travesty beat
That stuff was crazy, ooh
One year before twenty, I didn't plan
That I would be a dad, had to be a man
'Cause I blew it in college, I got no education (No education)
The blood of Jesus had me separated (Yup)
I remember those calls, my brother got jumped again
They was jumpin' in, pistol to the back of his head
Least they didn't pop that pin
I blame my pain on pops, he left the state to clean his life
The only way I felt his love was through those Western Union wires
Conversation with Willis about me needin' a father at that time
He said he needed one too, I was jealous, but damn, why he need mine?
Explosive thoughts, the damage, the casualties were few
The days I turned to bruise, swept under the rugs like families do
I was broken, I prayed one day my son could see hisself in me
Like bathroom mirrors that's never clean
Could see myself, those spots would be
The pain I suffered, the shame I covered haunts me to this day (Yeah)
If I could tell nineteen, I'd tell nineteen that he will be okay
Man, we was out there on the corner
Charlie and P pull up, haha
Alamac, Deuce runnin' from the cops, haha
Tipsy doin' talent shows (The youngins)
Pipe break out at the talent show, haha
Chad
Smoke hit me up like, "Yeah"
Birdman, ayy
Started Worldly Records
Written by: Corey Dashaun McDonald, Prentice Earl Watson, Travis Julian Anderson

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