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Vomit
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vomit fue lanzado el 23 de agosto de 2024 por Die Young como parte del álbum Vomit - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento23 de agosto de 2024
Sello discográficoDie Young
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM88

Letra

Feel the world move slow in the back of the Cadillac
Think I had a heart attack
Coulda been the drugs maybe somethin' in the bud
Maybe somethin' in the $now
Bitches with a little love but they got a lotta blow
Pass around doin' lines off the shawty's iPhone
Eye dilate, "Die Young" reppin' on the road
I got too much in my head to know what's in my nose
If a hater want' be bled then pull up to a show
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe
I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit
*at this point I'm to tired to even try to sleep*
*my doctor gave me meds and I flushed them straight down the toilet*
*I don't even know what psychotic means*
*that don't sound like a real thing if you ask me*
*all I need is an AK to cuddle me to sleep*
*I have been informed that*
*$now has fallen into eternal rest after sending me this beat*
*RIP bro*
Going to sleep with a gun to my head
They pullin' up I shoot first
Who you think you fuckin' with
I roll 'round in that hearse
Yeah I get that crazy brain and for that I got a nurse
911 on speed dial they call me up to flirt
Demons in my bed
Some call 'em a curse
I call 'em the baddest bitches of the under earth
With no reason for leavin' until the second I ain't breathin'
Making fire for the cash and I got money to burn
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe
I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit
*naaah, who was the one who said that I died?*
*fuck you mane*
Written by: Jonathan Legolas Andersen, Reittu Raatikainen, Robert Gilmour
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