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DOA.
Hip-Hop/Rap
DOA. è stato pubblicato il 16 febbraio 2026 da [sea.] come parte dell'album ONE4ME.
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AlbumONE4ME.
Data di uscita16 febbraio 2026
Etichetta[sea.]
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cristian Baptiste
Cristian Baptiste
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ira Thomas
Ira Thomas
Songwriter
Cristian Baptiste
Cristian Baptiste
Songwriter
Korey Miles
Korey Miles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ira Thomas
Ira Thomas
Co-Producer
Korey Miles
Korey Miles
Producer

Testi

Face off, always knew that you'd take off
Couldn't tell you the reason, it's based off
Always thought that the moment you vanish
My heart would go cold, but somehow this shit stayed soft
Never used to the straight talk
Got my ego higher than the day that I made Walk
Told my son don't make no one your rock
People bend and they fold like it's nothing like Beifong
Bottom up, need my bottle like Trey Songz
I'm so stuck in my ways, I'm just scared I won't change
I feel like I've been stuck in the same wrongs
I feel like I've been making the same songs
Told my Brodie it's too much to take on
I'm over encumbered by all the baggage
Shorty told me I'm different above the average
I look her in the face and ask why she capping
I got issues, she branded on me
Roll the dice, I've been feeling like Peter Parker
How the fuck does misfortune keep landing on me
I've been bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Why the fuck is **** trying to give a bandage to me
They're like, really twin, you a better man than me
I appreciate that I'm the standard to meet
But this isn't something that I wanna repeat
The cost is too much on my heart, I just can't afford
I'm just not the same person I was before
I've been through so much shit that I can't ignore
Draw a circle around myself on the floor
I've been chasing the riches and living poor
I've been wanting this shit to work even more
I've been running from trauma I won't explore
I'm just praying that God would just open doors
Uh, yeah
D.O.A. dead on arrival, she looking for vitals,
Defibrillator, tryna make a revival
Congratulations to the other ****
Won the competition, but we wasn't no Rivals
The belt in my hand, I just gave it the title
Take off my name, twin
The game ain't the shit that it was when I loved it at first, what a shame
I done changed this shit up now we know who to blame
Had to make myself stronger to carry the pain
Spare me the bullshit, no need to explain
I got the stick, imma pilot the plane
Looked at myself in the mirror lately
Had to give myself credit, I'm proud of the gains
Uh
Written by: Cristian Baptiste, Ira Thomas, Korey Miles
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