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D.L.Y.S.
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D.L.Y.S. è stato pubblicato il 13 ottobre 2026 da JayPitts come parte dell'album Welcome Back, Souldier
13 ottobre 2026
EtichettaJayPitts
LinguaEnglish
BPM89
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

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Yo Yo Yo
Please pray for me
Demons steady lurking around the corner trying to wait for me
Mumbling to myself about my worries blowing paper leaves
Soul been feeling lost may he make it home safely
Breakfast in my bank account I’m bringing home the bacon cheese
Fighting on the weekly keep my rhythm gotta shake and weave
Cooking up the grub but still forgot to leave a plate for me
Hunger in my belly no excuses still we chasing dreams
Used to put a bib around my head playing make believe
Jumping down the stairs and saying prayers my mama saying, "Preach!"
She Michiganian but still she got the Georgia Peach
I’m subterranean the way I take it underneath
I’m Pomeranian a puppy that got off the leash
I’m not Canadian but neighbors with them in the D
My **** Langston had me back stage with Wiz Khalifa
It was insane I saw him rolling up a literal tree
 
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
I said I give the highest praise to father, son and holy ghost
Aye holy smokes bro if I blow I'll take a boat from coast to coast
It's Detroit versus everybody, and that goes for every coast
Don't like to gloat but I'm the goat, I'm potent, take your ass to Nova Scotia
Show you how to dos-i-do yeah, kicking rhymes they be like, "ooohhh"
I’m Michael on my toes, trying to reach some lofty goals
Straight out the D I rose, from here to Seattle
I got the key I know, I keep it Piano
It’s inconceivable I’m real don’t need the weave who knew
That what I would pursue would come to this and not the evening news
The neck don’t wanna see no noose, it would consider it a nuisance
How the hell you make this music? easy just don’t make excuses
The flow that's so exclusive, rush in the booth I’m Putin
I’m floating like a Buddhist, Jesus watching out for Judas
Feel like Kubrick how I shoot it, rapping don’t come with a rubric
The money ain’t just music, my **** is you stupid?
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
My **** Please don’t lose your soul
Written by: Justin Anthony Pitts

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