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BLEEDING
Hip-Hop/Rap
BLEEDING κυκλοφόρησε στις 7 Οκτωβρίου 2025 από Jackman. ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Returning. - Single
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ΆλμπουμReturning. - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας7 Οκτωβρίου 2025
ΕτικέταJackman.
LanguageEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM127

Μουσικό βίντεο

Μουσικό βίντεο

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AuKid
AuKid
Performer
Aron Jackman
Aron Jackman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aron Jackman
Aron Jackman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yves
Yves
Producer
AuKid
AuKid
Producer
Aron Jackman
Aron Jackman
Producer

Στίχοι

i’ve been a piece of shit,
i won’t plead the 5th,
i’m bleeding out through
my fucking wrists
i’m breathing through
all the leaking holes in my throat
guys rely on my phone
one call, dominoes
two calls to get hoes
three calls to get home
four calls, calls for all out war
on all four, with a four bore,
to your forehead on your front porch
bringing blunt force with a little tickle,
made you cry so your girl can giggle
and gobble swallow on my simple pickle
— the principle you’re a fickle ripple
on the surface, — i’m cursed with
my brain is kibble, it’s all food for thought
this pencil, that i will whittle, to a point
never smoking on joint,
got this ache in my joints,
sitting back is no ointment
dripping soy sauce on a koi fish
i feel accomplished, where my accomplice
T got too busy with life, it’s annoying
soon — sitting and foiling,
memory recalling, then i’m recoiling
scared that i’m out of a story
soon no tales to tell
except that time i know too well
got a girl but i’m chasing smells
and tailing spells that i’m bewitched with
got this chick down in Aberystwyth
she like baby baby,
come and lick this clit with
anything you got, ticket cost a lot
man i lost the plot, tell my girl she blocked
but she really not,
— just benched on a rosta,
mind is place that i foster
actions of monster, cheater, imposter,
bastard, dishonour, money and commas
hate and it’s karma
kendrick lamar songs belt in my airpods
never been scared of, who i am,
more of what became, i saw my name
on the side of stage, and her rib cage,
when she moaned it faint, therefore i say -
i’ve been a piece of shit,
i won’t plead the 5th,
i’m bleeding out through
my fucking wrists
i’m breathing through
all the leaking holes in my throat
guys rely on my phone
one call, dominoes
two calls to get hoes
three calls to get home
four calls, calls for all out war
on all four, with a four bore,
to my forehead — it’s my fault
i’m so sorry that i broke hearts
i stole parts, but i made art
well so far from my sofa
music went hard, till it went stale
- i’m impaled to my guilt, bale
no bond, offered as option
barred — locked in a closet
high shelf boxes, boxing the office
job isn’t optimal, i’m optional
in the grand scheme of the plot and all
between rotten walls,
i’m a Rottweiler
in the dog eat dog kinda
circle of friends — i’m in and out again
i’m so impotent but important
well kinda sort of, don’t know my mortar
till my post mortem is still flaunted
on the top floors of the big faucets
with the cashflow,
soon to be feature you’d ask fo’
i’m still known by my ex folk
as the let go, cos i let them down
and my parents living in a separate house
so my only brother doesn’t see the spouse
of our father, he’s a different garter
he’s a hit you smarter i’m a hit you harder
he’s got far sight but a tight mind
i’ve got large arms and strong spine
if we combined it’s a dark night
for the dark knight, but we’re arm barred
to the confines of reality
— i’m losing my salary
pounds need to roll on right back to me
not university, need an academy award
in my dresser drawers
by the trophy for, all of my flaws
all of my flows, all of my goals,
all of my falls, all of my crawls,
all of my runs, all of my brawls
all of my hurt, all of the sores
all of my poems, all of my parts
all of my soul, all of my heart
all of the art, all of the dark
Written by: Aron Jackman
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