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MP은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 8월 29일일에 Trap N Stack Entertainment에서 발매되었습니다.Therapy, Pt. 3
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발매일2024년 8월 29일
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Robert maxford Ingleton
Robert maxford Ingleton
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Nights on the road, nights on my own
Suicidal thoughts, putting nines to my dome
No one talks about mental issues on the road
Had to deal with all these mental issues on my own
I was fucked up, down and out, eighty on the roundabout
Pockets on E, now I'm tryna go the Saudi route
No Percy, rowdy rowdy, RIP Master P
In my ends, real lessons came outta tragedies
Dipping in a six speed, RIP Miss P
Gotta hug my brudda Shalla cah this shit's peak
Then I hug my brudda G cah it's still peak
Can't relate to what they're feeling but it's still deep
See all my dargs took losses, that's what made 'em bosses
Weren't with all the gossip, flipping bags like we're shopping
All them mans do is watch but we ain't with the watching
We do this for a better life, they do it for some watches
Mesmerised by the pounds, never seen the dollars
White and B, tryna eat like Benihana's
I'm tryna grow old, buy a house in the Bahamas
So I can put my mind at peace and deal with all this trauma
'Cause it's been traumatising
Bag of friends, now even mums are dying
Therapy's spitting bars and harmonising
Ain't no glamorising, tryna live clean like we're sanitising
PTSD from hearing hammers firing
Real darg from the road but now I'm trap advising
Never missed a game, morning raids was surprising
Nina to my forehead, feeling suicidal
Wanted to die couple times, put that on the Bible
Man claim they got my back but no one had my spinal
I kill a man for survival, fuck a gangster title
You can keep that, tryna recline my seat back
Had enough of sinning just to see stacks
Shalla lost his mum, don't know what he's going through
And G lost his pops, before that his mum too
I feel it for my dargs but I'm feeling pain too
'Cause both my dargs' mums was mums to the darg too
Shit's peak, I'm still missing Bomma, I ain't healed yet
Tryna deal with pain that I ain't had to feel yet
But that's life, everybody gotta meet death
Life ain't just about living, it's a deep test
Nights on the road, nights on my own
Suicidal thoughts, putting nines to my dome
No one talks about mental issues on the road
Had to deal with all these mental issues on my own
I was fucked up, down and out, eighty on the roundabout
Pockets on E, now I'm tryna go the Saudi route
No Percy, rowdy rowdy, RIP Master P
In my ends, real lessons came outta tragedies
Written by: Robert maxford Ingleton
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