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Could I Be Wrong
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Could I Be Wrong fue lanzado el 15 de agosto de 2026 por Speakeasy Solace Music Group como parte del álbum Circus Circus
15 de agosto de 2026
Sello discográficoSpeakeasy Solace Music Group
IdiomaEnglish
BPM66
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Video musical

Video musical

Letra

Cleaning out my phonebook
Leaves in my dash low on my stash
Tito's in a flask
Triple Digit Torture from the atmosphere
I could be wrong but looking at your photo
You not old enough to be here
Baby face gangster
Devil in a new dress
A cute smile with big breast
Naked in Greenwich
I'm rolling up
Talking bout freaky shit
Had a vision from the pharaoh
Remember me like versailles
Look better in a suit and tie
Confidence is something I can't teach
Don't Be a leach
Learn to move ya feet
(There nothing to see, behind this curtain)
There ain't no where to go
Fuck you gon hide hoe?
(There nothing to see, behind this curtain)
You always ready to stress a ****
With misdemeanors and felonies
My hands never dirty
Premeditated and delegated
I talk a lot of shit
But details lead to situations
Fuck your situation my nation
Congregation
Three five my king size
Gorilla Goo
Don't tell nobody what we do
Mask and a glove
I cut a rug when I make love
Using false names
I memorize all her safe words
Uneventful days
I'm wasting ink
Getting lost in pink
Leather on her lace
California taste
I need a sponsorship
Penthouse hustler
Changed my disguise I'm a playboy
Got bunnies chasing after my hue
Still keep a small crew
Respectful of the innocent
A room full of witnesses
Freak in the sheets I flipped the script
Put that bitch to sleep
Bully all my life
You just a cuck paying the entry price
No free shows
I got all petals falling off the rose
(There nothing to see, behind this curtain)
There ain't no where to go
Fuck you gon hide hoe?
(There nothing to see, behind this curtain)
You always ready to stress a ****
With misdemeanors and felonies
My hands never dirty
Premeditated and delegated
I talk a lot of shit
But details lead to situations
Fuck your situation my nation
Congregation
Don't the play the game wrong
If love ain't drug then tell me why
You won't move on
Stressing them ****
Scared of rejection
Quick to draw his weapon
No Outlaw maybe a bandit
He left you stranded
I won't panic if you look my direction
Just know I'm two stepping
Extra protection
Consequences keep my thoughts clear
White claws and cheap beers
She crybaby I can't find a tear
The fuck the I'm doing here
Surround by all these lowlifes
Super Villain ain't worse
Bad things follow the neon lights
A different beast with teeth
We get high, party
Fuck and fight
It's only right move in plain sight
Serial speed dater
Question all rules
Especially the ones concerning paper
Written by: Ben Philip Anderson, Jamal Elijah Harrison, Magnus Bang Olsen
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