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Flailing
1531
R&B/Soul
Flailing è stato pubblicato il 20 maggio 2025 da 17th and 4th Entertainment come parte dell'album Man Down - EP
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Data di uscita20 maggio 2025
Etichetta17th and 4th Entertainment
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM56

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luey Northern
Luey Northern
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Quinn Dixon II
Mitchell Quinn Dixon II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luey Northern
Luey Northern
Engineer

Testi

Yeah
I got, I got some
Some like, song shit I'm gonna do now
All you bitches, fuck me
Baby, I'm flailing
(Flailing, I fight, but I'm flailing, stay here with my-)
Back on the wall
Night's drinking, night flailing
(Flailing, I try but I'm trailing and honestly)
I hope you call
Don't make me a fool now love
Oh, how could you up and leave (leave me)
Just come on home
Just come on home
Don't know what to do now love
Oh, how could you can't miss me
I turned to stone
Ooh, oh-oh-oh
Baby, does a child with a skin illness, cry like a man with a broken heart?
I sure hope so
(Does a child with a skinny cry like a man with a broken heart?)
(They say time heals and I'm trying to feel better)
(Can you hear heaven?)
Oh, Lord, 'cause the trials that you sent me
Left me with two hands full of open scars
That's all I know
(All I know is that I'm M-Train, it's insane, it's a real deal)
That's all I know
(I'm like the N-Train and I've been saying)
Don't make me a fool now, love
Oh, how could you have believed? (Believe me)
Uh, Just come on home
Just come on home
I don't know what to do now, love
Oh, how could you callous me? (Me-e)
I turned to stone
I turned to stone
I turn to stones
Where your heart was when we get so dark, love
Can I get a moment of your silence in memory of our love?
Give you my rib just like Adam to God, bruh
I try be myself, it just seems like we aren't us
We clash, beat drums, ay
Symbolism that we different than when in the past
We drown, I've been crying rivers, got me sipping, sitting in the bath
****, wash it down, union different, guess we isn't members
And it strikes me odd that you sitting with me
But I gotta wonder if it is really my reality
But shifting, punching for your memory
I hate this come true (I hate this come true)
Mark and Tally's daily sweaty shit, a prison punches
Lay me one too (lay me one too)
Coffins off of **** when they isn't living, could you
Make me one too? (Make me one too)
I be waiting for you, cracking jokes, please don't make me (don't make me)
Don't make me a fool now love
Oh, how could you not believe? (Believe me)
Uh, just come on home
Just come on home
I don't know what to do now, love
Oh, how could you callous me? (Me-e)
I turned to stone
I turned to stone, oh-ooh
Oh, baby
Written by: Mitchell Quinn Dixon II
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