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Nightmare
62
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nightmare è stato pubblicato il 6 novembre 2023 da Strap Gang Label come parte dell'album BABYBOYSHIT THE MIXTAPE - EP
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Data di uscita6 novembre 2023
EtichettaStrap Gang Label
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM81

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jones Strap
Jones Strap
Performer
Gideon A Gidiglo
Gideon A Gidiglo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gideon A Gidiglo
Gideon A Gidiglo
Songwriter
Jones Strap
Jones Strap
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Urbeat
Urbeat
Co-Producer

Testi

Tam bout, Tam bout pain
Last time I talked to my brothers it was all bout pain
Bless me,Bless me
I hope my lord bless me
Keep me from the struggles, so haters can't catch me
Came out from the mud so crazy, so haters can't get me
I've been thugging since a baby, somebody gotta save me.
I be on the basement
I Seen a couple **** hating but I ain't say shit
What you put in is what you get so don't blame me
Why did I made it out the streets this shit amazing
Got get the blinks on
Cos life was hard, jail I cried but I ain't say non
My homie died, but still we ride and it won't be for long
Remember days I cried, my memories left me far gone
Dare you a **** fuck the streets up
Treat your family like a mad dog
But you Call yourself a big dawg
**** be trippin always on alcohol
My **** need some fentanyl
But we ain't trippin we left them **** hating
I Keep it cool, fuck the vibe I spent in school
My bitch say she coming soon, I better get her out the room
Anytime we ride we gon shoot,
Er time I pull up on you
I lost my **** to a 2
Next time what you gon do?
Next time what you gon do?
Anytime you love you gotta prove
Things never lost never loose
Tell that **** we ain't switching shoes
Ion like bitches with plastic boobs
Hope my son call me daddy soon
I hustle with pain and sip it with a spoon
Condone this shit and send it to the moon
So I always gotta keep it cool.
Ain't talking sleek cut the loose
Pop a cheap drug and start to fool
Freaky bitch come lace my shoes
Goofy **** think they better than you
And I love ma Brodie's so I don't pick a choose
I hit her back as she moan to the roof
I think she mad ain't got no clue
Take one risk and now I'm taking two
Bless me, I hope my lord bless me
Keep me from the struggles, so haters can't catch me
Came out from the mud so crazy, so haters can't get me
I've been thugging since a baby, somebody gotta save me.
Bad days, sad night Now my cup running over
My momma so confused thinking bout things that I told her
Tryna numb all this pain, we in this shit together
This life ain't no joke, this shit just like nightmare
I be on the basement
I Seen a couple **** hating but I ain't say shit
What you put in is what you get so don't blame me
Why did I made it out the streets this shit amazing
Got get the blinks on
Cos life was hard, jail I cried but I ain't say non
My homie died, but still we ride and it won't be for long
Remember days I cried, my memories left me far gone
Gang
Written by: Gideon A Gidiglo
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