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Shayyn!
Shayyn!
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
shayyn really prays
shayyn really prays
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loq
Loq
Producer

Lirik

Yea, Satan tryna take over
I just had to rev my motor
Trying not to lose my focus
I'm just tryna keep composure
Haaaa, ride around town need a chauffeur
Snake in that grass like a cobra
Bible on me it gon blow ya
Bible on me it gon blow ya
Turning my back on the world, cold shoulder
Fixing my frown had to get makeover
Blood on me, yeah he my donor
Eternity feel it getting so closer (woah)
(woah, woah woah, woah, woah)
(woah)
(woah, woah woah, woah, woah)
I change my swag
You can keep dem dirty rags
IG, no tag
Please don't post collab
If I did you dirty that's my bad
Take responsibility like a grown man
I don't ask for much, get no helping hand
Rockout myself like a solo band
So many things I didn't understand
Man I'm so grateful I got another- (what)
Nother chance
Another chance at life, way, way more worth than a hunnid bands (huh)
And a hunnid M's
They like hold up he trippin
They like hold up he trippin
Lot of these people won't get it
They like what am I missing
You tryna cope with addiction
You tryna cope with your sickness
You tryna hide it with riches
That flesh on you still giving itches
You balancing misses on misses
And she got a hunnid some misters
You could do a hundred semesters
And sit in a thousand of lectures
Still all your problems gon fester
You a slave to your receptors
And they chasing all the acceptance
Man I swear I'm already accepted
(woah, woah woah, woah, woah)
I change my swag
You can keep dem dirty rags
IG, no tag
Please don't post collab
If I did you dirty that's my bad
Take responsibility like a grown man
Written by: shayyn really prays
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