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Thoughts
5.095
Hip-Hop/Rap
Thoughts κυκλοφόρησε στις 18 Δεκεμβρίου 2020 από Method ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Thoughts - Single
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ΆλμπουμThoughts - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας18 Δεκεμβρίου 2020
ΕτικέταMethod
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM68

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
slowthai
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
slowthai
slowthai
Songwriter
JD. REID
JD. REID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD. REID
JD. REID
Producer
Tom Archer
Tom Archer
Recording Engineer
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

Fine line between love and hate
Don't know why we divide them
Truthfully they're just one in the same
We all got feelings but we try and we hide them
Couple times I've contemplated
Killing my folks who ain't got no idols
Every single one is a rival
Policies that my name is Poseidon
More like Moses
Free my people 'cause they been hopeless
Turn your back on me, Tyron won't notice
He's too focussed on the bread
Where the loaf is? Fear of loathing
I've been ghosting, I've been posted
Clock with the posting, man, I'm sick of posing
Seen where the cold been
I've been to Hell and back, came back on track
Couldn't out my flame, I done told you that
Rub dirt on my name like I wouldn't come back
I got no one to blame so I gotta come back
In my phone I got bare contacts
Not many I ring, say that for one thing
Not one I owe, 'cause I pay my role
Got a voice or I sing, if I went ping
Be the biggest in Bing, they will call me king
Still roll with the same friends from the same ends
True I got guts but they men go around wastemen
Blazing acres, chasing status
Fucked up shit in my cranium
Fears of failing, buying bail in
And prayers for me, can't even say amen
See me as a stat, I agree with that
Been a statistic, caught in a system
Constantly wishing no one would hold me back
That's why I sold crack
Too black for the whites, too white for the black
Changing my life, I'm tryna get plaques
Can't have a home like a camel's back
Roll through on the front with Lloyd on the back
Ends with dump, find treasure in trash
Down in the dumps and she'll play with the pump
When I'm staying at moms, on some conundrums
Somebody gets robbed, you want me?
When it gets on top
Now the dog in the fight, It's the fight in the dog
Knock on wood that my family's good
When I'm staying at cats, slanging this butch
Sleeping on the mattress
Had a couple corpses seen, I ain't still got bust
It's a cop, it's a malice, all of my dogs
Tryna drain, that's tragic, can't complain or go
I get back in, one tried to
Wanna trade me passage
In my journal a man get cut though
One time I told Johnny Percel
Don't come back 'cause you're gonna get hurt, bro
Don't put a rat in a corner
Been down, been out, but I never been surer
Check my account, won't believe I was poor once
But that's not important
Drown in the deep and roll over find a snorkel
Stuck in my head, I'm tryna find a portal
So are there dreams for the mortal
Even though life's been awful?
Could be better if there were no courtrooms
Pent up aggression, I don't want to talk to
See it when I walk through
Sometime even I broke you
Can't ever get comfortable
'Cause I never had nothing, bro
And I always be fucking slow
So I won't cut for ho
This one's for my brothers that ain't coming home
Written by: JD. REID, slowthai
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