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Common

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Common est sorti le 29 mai 2026 par Pozer dans le cadre de l'album Crossroads

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PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

Pozer

Interprète

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Pozer

Composition

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

AR Beats

Production

Paroles

Albeats

Me and my, me and my

Uh, uh

Me and my yeah got a lot in common

We're both 22, we both spill juice

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

I done ching man out of his boots

But I ain't the type to go talk up news

Studs covered in mud, it's true

I love being seen, not heard, that too

I already know how to grip and shoot

Way before I laid down tracks at booth

If your ting went click but it did not rip

Then hand it to me, I might know what to do

I ain't got not one screw I'm loose

Tarnish friends if you can't get you

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

You weren't at Central, you weren't at Wick

If you weren't at Wundle, so how would I know?

I ain't ever been hashtag O

Same way I'm at Yellow Brick smoking a stoke

Folks said jump in the ride, let's slide

I left my phone and said let's go

I bought my knife, he didn't know

I shouldn't tape Tennyson Road

I went and found another plug

The one that asks, tryna talk 'bout drought

Ching ching, ying ying

There's a war outside, stay in the house

Came to the crib, she ready to fuck, suck

She knows how to use her mouth

Ran up a hunnid, my pocket stuffed

So I don't give a fuck what they're talking about

I don't give one fuck about my career

Don't give two fucks 'bout charted tracks

Platinum plaques, I'm tryna cop a McButton

To see how the ting go smack

I'm tryna change my life for the better

My pops said that I made a change for the worse

I know what death feels like

I was laid in a coffin, so I ain't afraid of no hearse

Me and my yeah got a lot in common

We're both 22, we both spill juice

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

I done ching man out of his boots

But I ain't the type to go talk up news

Studs covered in mud, it's true

I love being seen, not heard, that too

I already know how to grip and shoot

Way before I laid down tracks at booth

If your ting went click but it did not rip

Then hand it to me, I might know what to do

I ain't got not one screw I'm loose

Tarnish friends if you can't get you

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

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