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over influence
102
Hip-Hop/Rap
over influence è stato pubblicato il 20 marzo 2026 da VANTA Music/VANTA Records come parte dell'album Detour
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AlbumDetour
Data di uscita20 marzo 2026
EtichettaVANTA Music/VANTA Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM123

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Performer
D-Mile
D-Mile
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Songwriter
Whit Kane
Whit Kane
Songwriter
Dwayne Bryan
Dwayne Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doxxmade
Doxxmade
Co-Producer
Whit Kane
Whit Kane
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Najeeb Jones
Najeeb Jones
Additional Engineer

Testi

[Chorus]
Turn my back to the wall
You can't get me here
The room is sharp
I won't be your shield
There's holes in your heart
I can't be your fill
Not no more, no more
[Verse 1]
Yeah, he stumbled on a wife, so I stumbled on a M
No ID, how I knew a **** heard
Box full, so I know a **** hurt
Got stiff, had to hit him with the
"Sir, we all get a path, some **** choose dirt"
**** did me dirt, now I don't trust a BM
Got me moving money in Rimowas on the weekend
I became a skeptic when I moved it out the pelican
Never take advice from a **** I know better than
Love it like a son, we got different baby mothers
If I don't watch her, she gon' slight me undercover
I don't trust a blanket, only slightly under covers
Room get cold to a bitch too cold
Hate so lame, shit talk get old
You bitches funky, you bitches mold
Y'all mind these **** and do what you told
I would never let a weak minded bitch in my home
Huh?
[Verse 2]
I can't be your fill
Y'all PC OD, y'all some Overtons
I got PTSD from these overages
I was young when I got out them brokerages
I got set up one time, I ain't over it
Had to walk out that house with a broken rib
Had to get myself together, ain't perfect yet
Time came, still feel I ain't worth it yet
I be wrapping up days they ain't workin' yet
Pop hoes in they mouth, y'all pop Percocets
I heard an unknown body saying I'm soft
Know an unknown **** like to peel bitches off
I be holding out the ring like, "I could tell 'em hold off"
Hold on? Okay, calm down? Okay
When you move ill, they gon' study your
Make fun of your accent then mimic your (Huh)
Foot on they forehead, then scrape it like (Ugh)
[Verse 3]
The older I get, more healing I feel
Can trace back to source, why you don't know what's real
I feel your momma was jealous or worked all the time
Daddy was gone, **** played with your mind
Childhood sheltered, so teenage years zealous
I know life tough and most crack under pressure
Talk out your neck 'cause you lackin' correction
Deep down you just need some loving correctly, well
[Verse 4]
I am not the bitch to do it
Fuck with something safe, screw it
They know the curve of my dick
Study that, call it influence
You should be focused on self
Instead of the way that I use it
You'd be lucky if I slapped you in the face with it
Better known than the bitch that blew it, huh
[Chorus]
Turn my back to the wall
You can't get me here
The room is sharp
I won't be your shield
There's holes in your heart
I can't be your fill
Not no more, no more
Written by: Dwayne Bryan, Samara Cyn, Whit Kane
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