0:22 – Caution: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

0:22

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór 0:22 został wydany 29 lipca 2022 przez CautionOfficialMusic jako część albumu Signed, Dated

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumSigned, Dated

Data wydania29 lipca 2022

WytwórniaCautionOfficialMusic

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM85

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Johnathan James Binge

Johnathan James Binge

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Johnathan James Binge

Johnathan James Binge

Producer

Rob Picouleau

Producer

Neale Lawrence

Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

No point in caring about the rest of em

They start to think less of you, the moment you doing less for them (truth)

So I had to decide, stay the course on the wrong side

An stick around for a greater divide, having to hide

Or make the choice and rock the boat

They left me stranded, I guess it's time that I let them know

Had to let it go, I abandoned a sinking ship

Started climbing up on the rope you used to whip me with

Now I'm into different shit

Prefer my old self but I'm stronger now

One-man army in need of no help

Got some learning to do

Used to burn with a crew earning the loot

Leave the streets destructive and return as a troop

Try to be good but it's not working

Lost and I'm not certain, can't be fucked looking

So I've stopped searching

Should I go by the books?

Let my style represent my personality or go by my looks

Feeling like I'm on a bend, remember who I am

Fresh lookin' but can't shake the dirt from off my skin

Only time I'm feeling good, in my timbs with the laces tucked

Missionary life, I'm getting fucked while I face this shit

Makes me sick to my stomach thinkin

All the times I've conquered over-thinkin

It's like my brain reset and get to thinking

Really nothings ever worth the stress started making perfect sense

I'm moving forward to my future maybe need to pop a Percocet

Even if I slur my words what's next for me on this journey I've got

Adding fuel to a fire, while I'm stirring the pot

Don't listen much even though I'm learning a lot

So what's it worth? If I try to fix anything will it work

Or will I be forced to walk alone on the shattered earth

Had to rebuild my strength like a damaged nerve

Thought I found myself, feeling like I'd lifted a curse

That's until I came to and realised it never worked

And all my efforts were time-wasted

Looking at myself in the mirrors the only way I define hatred

If life is a bar I'm not the overly-hyped patron

Nah fucker, we never had much

Life will break your legs, walking like I've got a bad crutch

Learned early the difference between the haves and the have-nots

I'd like to think I'm next but my timings off like a bad watch

With caring, I guess I have stopped (true shit)

Speaking the pain my musics used with

No loose-lips, I keep it deep like my heart is enclosed

Ain't a range in careers, only targets the road

For real

For real

Written by: Johnathan James Binge

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