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Narratives
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Narratives è stato pubblicato il 5 giugno 2026 da Winged Few Digital come parte dell'album UNINVITED 2
5 giugno 2026
EtichettaWinged Few Digital
LinguaEnglish
BPM176
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Quite the hole we fell in
Hardest floor, aren't adorn to absorb a role, lead villain
I can't seem to shake this lonely feeling
Heart is sore, art of war in the form of storytelling
Girl you really got my hopes up
Type a cloud was eye to eye with me
Gray from day-to-to day left here astray with no reply to me
Ride or die declined a passenger left on the side of street
Different side of me, I can be
Petty enough to make it about me, ain't you
Petty enough to make those around me hate you
Deadly enough with this pen, I am no angel
I've been feeling, the villain in me unstable
Very one sided, there ain't no fair in this
But you seem happy to leave it where it is
I can get deadly when writing narratives
I can get deadly when writing narratives, bout you
Most of my truth lies in my arrogance
I can get deadly when writing narratives, bout you
Back to where I was when I was 22
If I can't buy it, tell me what this money do
Happiness was pleasant as an interlude
This second act is hard for me to listen to
Oh troubles that I'm living through, ails often each time
Heath on the decline, nails finally reach mine
Lesson learned, less than hers, who is here to teach mine
Hard for me to sleep, deprived, I'm pushing through
Another day baby, caught ya brother's fade baby
Darkest moment, hold it, omen cause I'd kill today baby
Lover didn't call my mother upon mother's day baby
Since your mother put her hands on me it's ain't the same baby
I'm truly drained baby, might have lost my way baby
Changed baby every single time you've said my name baby
Blame baby, Jay baby, Willis ain't to blame baby
Sorry for your pain baby I'm
Petty enough to make it about me, petty
Love you too much to even entertain messy
Could have probably wrote my best song ever
But I'm the one at fault, at least that's what you tell me
Now I'm lonely
Couldn't even see the dog, my little homie
He was growing on me
Now I'm lonely, now I'm lonely
Lone with no fair in this
With these abilities to write these narratives
I can't do
What I want to, what I could do, what I should do
Written by: Máté Gere, Willis L Brown
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