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Hip-Hop/Rap
here fue lanzado el 29 de mayo de 2026 por icemop como parte del álbum here - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento29 de mayo de 2026
Sello discográficoicemop
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM72

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
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Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Nuh Isa
Nuh Isa
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
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Producción

Letra

Anytime you hit me you can't say that i was not there
Anytime you need me imma be right here
Every time i fall apart you go and disappear
I was tryna give you love you jus’ made it weird
Double cup sittin on the fuckin’ nightstand
I’m out getting money with the same old friends
Starin’ at the stars through this dark ass tint
Everybody changed when fuckin’ the cars came
I can't even lie i been stressed out
Every time you leave bring my chest down
I got way too high tryna calm down
You the only thing that i think about
Penthouse view but i still feel alone
Everyone around me still feel wrong
Money gettin taller but my nights long
I been poppin pills tryna hold on
She see me with the vet and the rick on me
She say she that she miss the old me from the old days
Now my phone buzz every single night
But when i needed help nobody showed face
I been in the hills with a cold heart
Mix the red and purple till it slow talk
Backwood ashes all on the chrome hearts
She said that she love me but it fell apart
Anytime you hit me you can't say that i was not there
Anytime you need me imma be right here
You know i would ride for you i swear
Even when you did me wrong i cared
Late night flights out to la
Headphones on while the rain hit
Too many drugs in my bloodstream
Still see your face when i’m layin’ in bed
I been getting money with the same gang
But this shit dont really help I still feel the damn pain
You was supposed to stay through everything
Now i gotta numb it up wit’ all these designer things
Out in london buyin balmain
I still got this trauma i can't outrun
Too much fuckin’ smoke in my damn my lungs
Too much codeine in my damn cup
And i know
You don’t really love me like before
But i still keep your clothes on my goddamn floor
And i still pick up the phone every time you that you call me
And I think it’s (?) wit’ my motha-fuckin’ (?)
Written by: Nuh Isa
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