Problems (feat. Pusha T) - Ray Vaughn：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Problems (feat. Pusha T)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Problems (feat. Pusha T)は、アルバム『』の一部として2024年2月21日にTop Dawg EntertainmentによりリリースされましたProblems (feat. Pusha T) - Single

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アルバムProblems (feat. Pusha T) - Single

リリース日2024年2月21日

レーベルTop Dawg Entertainment

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM86

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pusha T

Vocals

Ray Vaughn

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rayvon Welch

Songwriter

Rayan El-Hussein Goufar

Rayan El-Hussein Goufar

Songwriter

Luis Witkiewitz

Luis Witkiewitz

Songwriter

Terrence Thornton

Terrence Thornton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wizzle

Producer

Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III

Recording Engineer

Devin Ragsdale

Assistant Engineer

Andrew Boyd

Mixing Engineer

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Mastering Engineer

Demitrius Lewis II

Demitrius Lewis II

Mastering Engineer

Rayo

Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]

Let 'em light up a square, Billy Jean in the air

Kept it a hunnid like a Air Force pair

If they don't gimme the chair, I clown 'em all, boy, this shit is unfair

Behind closed doors, I'm still gon' be forever aware

Let 'em label me a backpack rapper turned to a school shooter

All they top five get hit, unless they cool tutors

I took a chance like Monopoly, now who's stoppin' me?

I'm watchin' out for all the weird vibes and the animosity

Just holdin' on to God's hand, the whale on dry land

Fuck they time span, in my season, I won't die bland

'Cause in a way my whole lane is free like I-10

It's like I spend every day in the chokey, I'm locked in

In my grandma house is my sanctuary, I can't get carry

Fruit was hangin' low when we play on Cherry

The angel dust we servin' could taint the fairies, we stayed in Dairies

Raised with bad culinary, we was taught to make it barely, yeah

[Chorus]

Cocaine stickin' to your guns like tables

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like Basil

His back got batteries, we jump 'em like cables

The feds on scope, so feins peelin' off the labels

I don't really want to hear that shit, ****

I don't really want to hear your problems

I don't really want hear that shit, ****

If you don't like it go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the **** you call close the ones to plot, aye

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' get a drop, aye

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, aye

[Verse 2]

My TDE calls come from the Top

The one I speak directly to is Top

New rappers tryin' legends for the notch

And every has-beens interviews are watched

Listen, Ray Vaughn, be clear of your peers

'Cause in a couple years it'd be musical chairs

We done seen **** panic and show us they tears

Reminiscin' over hits but the money ain't there

Truth of dare, still get it for eighteen, I swear

Reasonable doubt and all my thoughts are cashmere

The paper cut the tips of my fingers like cashiers

I tell you stunt dummies, "You welcome to crash here"

[Chorus]

Cocaine stickin' to your guns like tables

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like Basil

His back got batteries, we jump 'em like cables

The feds on scope, so feins peelin' off the labels

I don't really want to hear that shit, ****

I don't really want to hear your problems

I don't really want hear that shit, ****

If you don't like it go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the **** you call close the ones to plot, aye

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' get a drop, aye

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, aye

[Verse 3]

I'm from LA County, a strange place, cocaine based

They know who I am without name play, no game play

Locked up, my bro got the same case and I blame face

The enemies get stomped to no features like a blank face

He got no air like a king without a son

Caught my cousin with the pills, said he goin' on the run

And the time that they gon' give him, he might never see the sun

No, the time that they gon' give him, he might never see a son, that's the one

Got a hunnid shots of vodka in my piss

Growin' up is realizin' Deebo was a bitch

You know the code

Nintendo **** better not ever switch

But he told for his family

We don't wanna hear that shit, ****

[Chorus]

Cocaine stickin' to your guns like tables

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like Basil

His back got batteries, we jump 'em like cables

The feds on scope, so feins peelin' off the labels

I don't really want to hear that shit, ****

I don't really want to hear your problems

I don't really want hear that shit, ****

If you don't like it go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the **** you call close the ones to plot, aye

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' get a drop, aye

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, aye

Written by: Luis Witkiewitz, Rayan El-Hussein Goufar, Rayvon Welch, Terrence Thornton

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