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Broken Within
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
Broken Within è stato pubblicato il 11 maggio 2022 da Same Old Kids come parte dell'album Broken Within - Single
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Data di uscita11 maggio 2022
EtichettaSame Old Kids
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Kraun
Michael Kraun
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Krau
Michael Krau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enoch
Enoch
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Nah I don’t got time for these hip-hop debates.
Can't say it wont work out if you don't pick up the weights.
Yeah, my figures are straight.
Long as I can afford dinner,
Then I'm living, don’t really matter what sits on my plate.
Thankful for my relatives though we don’t relate.
Grateful for my enemies push me to be great.
When you look in my face, tell me what you visualize
Do you see images of a broken kid who lives inside
Always ready to fight but deep down he's terrified
Not because he'd lose but because there's slim a chance he'd find
His true capacity: to move through his life with tenacity
From planting seeds at Applebee’s to counting up these Apple streams
Tell my mama we on it, we never going broke again
Say that even though I’m broken within
If I could find the pieces to my heart, I’d give up my limbs
Everybody going live
But how many live?
One of my favorite Drake lines,
That I had to redid,
There’s no coincidence, I’m simply in a moment again.
Looking in the mirror, forgetting why I'm sober again.
Antisocial cause my pen and notepad were my only friends.
I’m the young king from Flushing, Queens
Pull up to the fucking scene
Told me all this hip hop shit was nothing but a dream
Fuck you mean?
Acting like I wasn’t made for flashing lights
Wasn’t till they were mean to me I started rapping nice
Making music my CPR brought me back to life
Bet you’d sell your own grandmother if the cash was the right
Snakes in the grass careful where you pass at night
If they see you’re fearful then it really feeds their appetite
Believed it when I saw it
Achieved it when I was done dreaming of being an artist
You gotta need it like your need for breathing,
Believe me I’ve faltered
For years I was living unconscious
That’s why I’ma smile when I end up in a coffin...word
Written by: Michael Krau
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