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Still Loading κυκλοφόρησε στις 26 Αυγούστου 2026 από Mass Appeal ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Still Loading - Single
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Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας26 Αυγούστου 2026
ΕτικέταMass Appeal
ΓλώσσαEnglish
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BPM94

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Jump up out the bank up to your crib if the head right
If the pussy better, I might run a couple
Jump up out the bank up to your crib if the head right
If the pussy better, I might run a couple red lights
Driving this expensive German shit through the dead night
But then you get there and she already fell asleep
I guess awkward is the emotion that you harbor
Like the one between a father and daughter when he caught her
Or the one between LeBron and his barber, but that's darker
Maybe more like between you and your mama
When she bought you a jacket, but then it didn't say starter
Or when she bought you the Jordans, but they weren't part of the numbers
But you loved her to death, so you hooped in them all summer
But you ain't wearing to parties or to the movies, you front her, that explains it
She don't give two fucks, she want a new car, wait a minute
You'd rather spend time watching the rich and famous
Instead of fighting so we get some goddamn changes
Mercedes her ethnicity, she so car-casian
But me, I got people who love me and don't ever doubt me
That I never text back on time, and they should out me
Cause I break my neck for people that don't give a fuck about me
Cause I know they the key to making the payments on my Audi
Damn, how I get caught up, homie?
How we on a trip to Hawaii looking for hoes?
My **** going to be **** like you know the piper rowdy
But nobody staying on top forever Google Ronda Rousey
I'd say your attention span is lousy
I'd say the promethazine is probably why you drowsy
I really appreciate the scouts who didn't scout me
Imma probably end up dropping 60 on you **** proudly
No more public housing ****
I swear I'm like Kembo at his tempo
94, 95, your favorite artist out the window
And I could do it off the top and smoke no endo
And I could have my **** rob you
You ain't got no cash on you
That's the problem they just started taking Venmo
My relationship with God so Hollywood, but man, I'm country as fuck
It's always I'll get back to you, right now I'm headed to lunch
The expensive shit I could have cooked for just a few bucks
Spending money that he blessed me with can't act like it's luck
The Bible app is on my phone, but Instagram get more love
So do my friends, so do my girl, especially in those pumps
I know my heart mean well, but still I'm running a muck
And then it's back to praying hard soon as **** get stuck
Goddamn I wonder how he always knew I'd last
In this world I love, but my skin ain't just can't get past
I guess in ways I do look like I'd blast
Even though I like chess and Ted Talk podcasts
She saw me carry weight that make you feel like you can't breathe
I'm the one that found my mama dog that pain don't ease
I'm holding her in my arms thinking you can't leave
Then life hit me next day saying you can't grieve
**** you got things to do. That's not even supposed to stop you
And mama passed and I dropped my ass up by the college
And started going a little brother parent teacher conferences
You can't tell me shit about manning up I accomplished that
Search around the crib looking for quarters then hit the laundromat
Focus on this music shit
Man, it ain't no promise that I could work with Dre
But Big Pooh said it's a chance
So I pack my shit up, moved across the country fore they called me back
Written by: M. Ricks II
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