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Count Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Count Up è stato pubblicato il 3 luglio 2019 da SlumBaby Records come parte dell'album Count Up - Single
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Data di uscita3 luglio 2019
EtichettaSlumBaby Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM90

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ANTHONY DEWAYNE JOHNSON
ANTHONY DEWAYNE JOHNSON
Songwriter

Testi

Heart Kold my head spinning
I’m tryna drill sum
Never thought I’d stoop this low
Ready to kill something
When it’s my time
I gotta go
Hope ion feel nothing
Cross my heart and pray to count
Tellem ion fear nothing
We was young tryna run it up
Hopped on that paper route
Sometimes i pray to god
And wish we took the safer roaute
Wish you would’ve called my phone
It ain’t have to go that way
Reminiscing on that night
Like it was yesterday
Granny in a wheelchair
Barely seen that lady walk
I’d do anything just to hear that lady talk
She the strongest of them all
Yea that’s my OG
Always told me be myself
Dont rock wit phonies
My mom beat cancer
I call er my Laila Ali
She squared it up
And knocked it out
Damn momma you a beast
Tried to keep me in the house
Ain’t want me in them streets
Real road runner
Gotta Get that bread by any means
Swiping, trapping, scheming, Robbin
I done hit plenty stings
Most of the dirt I done
Half that dirt was done to me
My baby always asked me
Why I kept that gun on me
Cause I’ll never let a ****
Think he got one on me
Shit on my mind
Can’t speak on that
This shit be haunting me
Accept the pain and the hurt
gonna help you Bounce back
This life so crazy Wanna rewind
And just run it back
I done been broke before and
**** I ain’t going back
Not everybody die a legend
Some just stay memories
When it’s all said and done
Who really gonna remember me ?
When you get laid to rest
Do you really Rest In Peace?
Just answer me before I go
Somebody help me please
L O Y A L T Y
You don’t know what it mean
We was supposed to rock together
Get thru anything
You broke that trust
And you can’t never get it back from me
Tryna argue, turn it back
And blame it all me
Marley had to change it up
I’m in a different bag
Every time we hit the mall
We pop expensive tags
So much exotics
We don’t know what strain
We finna match
Riding thru Bali
Top down damn we finna crash
Skrt Skrt Skrt Skrt
Chuck did the dash
These **** mad they on ass
But they gon stay in last
This wood I rolled to face
Naw I ain’t gon pass
Smoke away this misery
Keep that shit in the past
Written by: ANTHONY DEWAYNE JOHNSON
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