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AM

11

Hip-Hop/Rap

AM è stato pubblicato il 27 settembre 2025 da 4504633 Records DK come parte dell'album AM - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumAM - Single

Data di uscita27 settembre 2025

Etichetta4504633 Records DK

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM79

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Michyael Brooks

Michyael Brooks

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michyael Brooks

Michyael Brooks

Songwriter

Michael Bisio

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Michyael Brooks

Michyael Brooks

Engineer

Testi

I've been off my ass, bae I get money

And you better have a gun if you ain't gon be the one that be runnin

I don't play with ****, these **** be bummy

And when I lost my brother on the inside felt like nothing

I felt like nothing ****

I got off my ass and I ran up a hunnid, ****

I can't wait to get so rich and have a hunnid figures

If he tryna diss on the gang, we got a hunnid switches

And I don't even play them games I can't come around these ****

My own people tryna play up inside of my face

And that's the last thing that they gon do

That's they mistake

I cut off my friends, put all my trust inside this Drac

I be havin' nightmares, hard to sleep when it be late

Mixin' baking soda in my pot

No, I can't trust no lil' hoe because I'm knowin' she a thot

He got a gun, we take him down, you know we doin' that a lot

Me and the Drac, yeah, we in love whenever I spin through your block

In the field you better have some ice and that's your gun cause it get hot

And this beef, it get real if you in the field, better keep your Glock

I don't wanna let her go, but I just can't, she all I got

And I'll slime three, four **** out just to talk to my pops

Bad hoes what I love

And I can't give my heart to you cause I love drugs

And I know I was fuckin' up like girl I was

And I feel like your ass don't care cause you don't show it

In competition with some **** and I know it

They want my head, they want me dead, but I ain't goin

I got a switch on back of Glock when it start blowin

Switch change the pen and it start glitchin shit annoying

She tryna get money from me, but that bitch boring

I caught her off, can't get shit from me think I'm green

Go through the same shit every time

Know what you mean

But what **** fight for your love if it ain't me

I'm him bae please believe

Granny tryna bring back the old me, but it ain't workin

This ho crazy think I'm finna trick on her, she want a Birkin

And I'ma put it in, girl, when we fuck, I close the curtains

And I can't even cap when I get around you, girl, I'm nervous

I regret me fuckin' up, girl, I think that you perfect

Late nights, I be out night drivin' cars, girl, I be swervin

I lowkey missthe old me, that shit be hurtin

I'm missin' us, want you to hold me, I don't deserve it

I say AM, always make sure I'm cool and you get money

AR that's what I got up on my side, that's why they runnin

I just don't understand why you say it ain't workin

And I know you got faith, we gotta find it, scratch the surface

I done changed my whole life, baby, I'm a different man

I done changed now, I ran up a couple bands

I'm tryna be all that you want, but you don't understand

You changed the keys outside my home, I hope you let me in

I hope you let me in

Tell my mama, tell my mama, I'm probably goin' to hell

I hope you let me in

Tell my mama, tell my mama, I'm probably goin' to hell

Written by: Michael Bisio, Michyael Brooks

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