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Treated Wrong
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Treated Wrong fue publicado el 3 de febrero de 2016 por Chrisbproductions como parte del álbum Chris B Reborn, Pt. 2
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Fecha de lanzamiento3 de febrero de 2016
SelloChrisbproductions
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM190

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris B
Chris B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Anthony Berry
Christopher Anthony Berry
Songwriter

Letras

Everyday
I been stressing so fucking much
Blowing up on everyone
And every fucking thing
Everybodys fake
Pedal to the metal
I will never hit the brakes
How much can you push someone
Till they snap and break
Everyday
Always dealing with my
Own mistakes
Strugglen to put
Food up on my plate
I swear to god it seems like
Now days everyone of us are slaves
Getting beat and treated wrong
And than you wonder why we dont get along
Watch you try to prosicute me
Just because i wrote
And put this shit up in a mother fucking song
Sitting here like all day long
Wondering
What the fuck is going on
So much shit going through my mind
I feel like that im gone
Lost in this planet
Everyday waking up
Thinking dam it
Always in a panic
Once i pick up my phone
Everything is dramatic
I just wanna throw and smash it
Everybody now days is causing havic
If you really want this life
Than you can fucking have it
Chest so tight with axienty
All these other mother fuckers so nieve
Screaming to the lord every day
Why me
But i guess its just life
So i just keep walking my path
And earning my stripes
Lately
I dont know what i been thinking
But i been going through
A lot of changes
Lately
Ive seen a lot of fakeness
And and ive tried my hardest
With my patience
Im done
Theres to much time waisted
So done
And over with the same shit
So sick
And tired of the same bitch
Cause love seems to fall apart when you ain't shit
I really gotta thank the ones
Whos truly been there
I couldn't even see a picture
That was more clear
I swore to my loved ones
That its my year
But i hate it when i have to put them down
It crushes ta the point
I dont wanna go on
But i told my family
That i would always be strong
So i gotta stick to the movement that i did
And show em that im not a little mother fucking kid
I been living on my own for three years now
Trinna build my structure
Working on my compound
Doing everything
By my mother fucking self
I ain't ever get no mother fucking help
But when i do
Its appreciated
Friends getting jealous
When your elavating
And there not
All i exspected was a little bit
Of mother fucking props
Than you think your gonna ride along
Once i hit the top
See its not as easy
As you mother fuckers think
It takes time detication
And a full tank
You better save up money in the bank
Cause its not cheap
Its not what you really
Heard up on the streets
It cost a fortune
Alot of people won't even put out a portion
Than how the fuck
Do you exspect
Us to even put out respect
All youll ever get from me
Is just a rejection
Lately
I dont know what i been thinking
But i been going through
A lot of changes
Lately
Ive seen a lot of fakeness
And and ive tried my hardest
With my patience
Im done
Theres to much time waisted
So done
And over with the same shit
So sick
And tired of the same bitch
Cause love seems to fall apart when you ain't shit
Written by: Christopher Anthony Berry
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