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BMP
Thime
Hip-Hop/Rap
Thime è stato pubblicato il 7 febbraio 2025 da BMPOnly come parte dell'album Off Da Cuff, Vol. 2
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AlbumOff Da Cuff, Vol. 2
Data di uscita7 febbraio 2025
EtichettaBMPOnly
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BMP
BMP
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Lee Pettrone
Robert Lee Pettrone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BMP
BMP
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Oh man, alright
Just wasted my time
I just got too much shit on my plate right now
Yeah, I'm fine though
Maybe I'll be flipping the fucking script and shit
Or try to throw me in the fucking fire
I got too much to say
I like that though, let's go
Yeah, yeah
You're coming and wasting my time
But I got too much on my plate and on my mind
Writing new shit on the ground
I'm alone, I don't care
Trust me when I say that I'm fine
Maybe flipping the script on a dime
Don't even know that my mental is crying
Throwing in the fire, but working it out
Too much to say, keep running my mouth
Yeah, guns in my hand and running the house
Nothing to steal, but get up for blouse
She be giving it willingly
Feeling me, nobody know what the deal would be
I'm getting silly
We pull out the real and we can't even handle it
Eating the kitty, she's screaming out dammit shit
Got on the throne, I knew it was coming
Funny how something makes everyone nothing
A bunch of old friends came in from the jump and wanna jump in
But I know the real ones from the jump and they know how to swim
Sharks in the water call me the Kraken
Funny how money keep coming and family keep stacking
Lagging the stamina
I'm doing damage
Y'all kids in the cradle, but haters in graves
Fake ones get blocked, staying enslaved
Frozen in time, my timeline gets paid
Creator as such, I munch and get laid
Late to the draw, so I took my shot
Curry, no mist, you know that shit hot
Up in the kitchen, I'm stirring the pot
Smoking the blunt and then I am out
You're coming and wasting my time
But I got too much on my plate and on my mind
Writing new shit on the grind
I'm alone, I don't care
Trust me when I say that I'm fine
They be flipping the script on the dime
Don't even know that my mental is crying
Throwing in the fire, but working it out
Too much to say, keep running my mouth, bitch
You can't fucks with me
You, you can't fucks with me
BMP, throw a D, then he on a beat
Write out a couple bars with a hook, nobody even care
I could rap about anything, like pussy hair
Like a cat chasing a rabbit, that's what I meant
When I said what I said, God damn it
But I tried to damn myself again
Sitting over here with my little best friend to the end
His name is Jesus, Holy Christ
Oh man, yeah, I think you missed that part
Where I'm sitting at the top
Don't really care, not getting high
Dropping to your cloud nine
Staying on 11, maybe going up
FaceTime with someone smoking up on a blunt
Catch a vibe through the phone that I'm off to
My notepad, yeah, I cough too
More times, more rhymes, more dimes, more thimes
What's thimes
Isn't that, I thought that was called, that was time
It's time, it's a seasoning
It's not fine, people, it's time
Fucking idiots
Written by: Robert Lee Pettrone

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