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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nazzy the Mic
Nazzy the Mic
Performer
Norelle Hampton
Norelle Hampton
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Lee Grace III
Robert Lee Grace III
Songwriter
Norelle Hampton
Norelle Hampton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Lee Grace III
Robert Lee Grace III
Producer

गाने

Said I been hurting
Hurting for a while now
Why I gotta tell you
Like why ain’t you see
Still free my daddy why ain’t you free
And I thought you was thurl enough to act like this
Why ain't you me
Could've gave me space but I'm like why did you leave
No air without you how do I breathe
Long gone not dead how do I grieve
How do I take this heart off my sleeve
So weak that I fell down to both knees
Please me
Don't leave me
I need you but do you need me
I never thought that life was hard
I just feel like death would be easy
Like please me (please me)
Don't leave me
I need you do but you need me
I never thought that life was hard
I just feel like death would be easy
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Hear me out for a second listen here
I hope my suicide attempt work next time
Fuck that I hope you notice my hurt next time
Fuck that might catch me high off them percs next time
Again
Even though I promised my perc days would end
I sin
Looking for love I'm in need of a friend
I tend to abuse drugs with the money I spend
You win when I fall down on you who I depend
You win when I fall down on you who I depend
And I can’t stress about no bitch ****
My last girl walked out
Even though I woke up with a headache
Ain’t stop me from getting a dollar
Told my momma I love you first I’m sorry
But I can’t be no scholar
And I know I promised I wouldn’t
But I’m sorry if I drop out
And I know I said some shit
That I shouldn’t but hey I meant it
Remember getting my Adidas dirty
Pops told me that’s how you clean it
And my little brother got killed by his uncle
So just watch out
I got people depending on me
That’s why I don’t pop out
And they say I got a black heart
I’m too solid I can’t act hard
Go to work again in my backyard
That back door in your back hard
My street cred on Blackcard
Them diamonds on my wrist
Are Jack Frost
You’re a manager I’m a big boss
I be popping lips like lip gloss
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Mhmm
Written by: Norelle Hampton, Robert Lee Grace III
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