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C.r.a.z.y
76
Hip-Hop/Rap
C.r.a.z.y è stato pubblicato il 6 novembre 2024 da Apollo Entertainment come parte dell'album C.r.a.z.y - Single
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Data di uscita6 novembre 2024
EtichettaApollo Entertainment
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM67

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ladi
Ladi
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Cabrera
Carlos Cabrera
Songwriter
Sergio Ramos-Valverde
Sergio Ramos-Valverde
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seshun
Seshun
Producer
Music in Focus Studio
Music in Focus Studio
Mixing Engineer
Chico
Chico
Mixing Engineer
Dennis McMurray
Dennis McMurray
Video Producer

Testi

You just ask the same questions every week
"How's your job? Are you having any negative thoughts?"
All I have are negative thoughts
But you don't listen (to 'em) anyway
I said (to myself, to myself), for my whole life
I didn't know if I even really existed (to myself, to myself)
(To myself, to myself) but I do (oh, God)
And people are starting to notice (to myself, to myself)
If I went crazy, I tell nobody
I keep this shit to myself
And could you blame me when they need patience
To keep on paying the rent?
And speaking frankly, I might not make it
To see a hospital bed
The enforcement arm of the dollar
Might see me crying for help as a threat
Screws loose up in my head, I know I done seen some shit
Trying so young to self-destruct, glad I never did enough
I'm cool now, over it, hittin' the gym, and I'm sober
It's still some days I don't see the point
I know that the riches won't bring me joy
But it's something to do
Double tap, get a snap, now my thumb in your boo
Grab a wrap from a bag and I'm running the jewels
It costs too much just to live now
And you can't afford to go six down
So many traps I could list out
Everyone else gettin' rich
How many ways can you pay to kill the pain you ain't create?
More than I could name
Hands in your pockets like every day
Not enough money left over to save
Build the insurance, and pick out a grave
I cooked this out, man, I studied the game
The dollars is stained, and who could you blame?
Life done prescribe me some cynical frames (whoo)
Some cynical frames, yeah
If I went crazy, I tell nobody
I keep this shit to myself
And could you blame me when they need patience
To keep on paying the rent?
And speaking frankly, I might not make it
To see a hospital bed
The enforcement arm of the dollar
Might see me crying for help as a threat
But where else can you turn? Who else can you ask?
Where else can you call when you still ain't okay?
I ain't slept at all, your family's too far
Even though I'm trying to be strong
I ain't enough for you to lean on
Wishing I could make the bleed stop
Life left you with a deep scar
I can't leave you here by yourself, no
I can't save you all by myself, no
I can't leave you here by yourself, no
I can't save you all by myself, so
Who the fuck should I call? And what the fuck can I say?
Tell 'em, "You really need help, even if you claim you're okay"?
And even when you break, you can mask the pain
Try to bottle it up, but you can't catch the rain
And the facts remain, I don't understand nor can I relate
You scream in my face, and I cannot shake
I could not make you less afraid
I could not blame you when you'd say
"If I went crazy, I tell nobody
I keep this shit to myself
And could you blame me when they need patience
To keep on paying the rent?
And speaking frankly, I might not make it
To see a hospital bed
The enforcement arm of the dollar
Might see me crying for help as a threat"
As a threat, as a threat
They don't give a shit about people like you, Arthur
And they really don't give a shit about people like me either (me either)
I keep this shit to myself, to myself
I keep that shit to myself, to myself
I keep this shit to myself, to myself
I keep that shit to myself, to myself
Uh-huh
Okay
Yeah
Written by: Carlos Cabrera, Sergio Ramos-Valverde
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