'89 – MISFIT: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

'89

3

Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór '89 został wydany 28 października 2022 przez MISFIT Productions jako część albumu Life Is A Wreck - EP

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumLife Is A Wreck - EP

Data wydania28 października 2022

WytwórniaMISFIT Productions

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM84

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joshua Gilbert

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MISFIT

Mastering Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer

George Pettus

Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Lord, don't move the mountain

Give me strength to climb

Lord

Oh shit!

Uh (what, what)

Oh! (what, what)

Uh (Oh!)

Uh (So don't blame me if I)

Women come and go (Hustle like I'm broke, broke)

**** up die

Money over hoes (Cause all my life I've been broke, broke)

Brothers over pride

They gon' throw shade when they see a **** shine

Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive

Uh, Okay

Live, Live

All the way live

Had to walk to work cause a **** couldn't drive

Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five

And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine

Listen (Shh)

A couple months ago, all kosher

I was in the U-Haul smelling like Irish roses

Moved out of my pops crib, made my momma nauseous

Was sick of all the nonsense

Had to hit the back roads and slow the speed down

Bumping College Dropout (****, slow the speed down!)

Don't need nothing to fall out

I got all of my belongings in the back of this truck

But so little stuff, won't even reach the back of the truck

Now I'm huffing and I'm puffing 'til I blow this whole joint down

Ironic, hoping the pigs don't lock up the wolf

So I'm keeping an eye out like Fetty Wap

For them petty cops

Thinking, "I bet he cops Doja; let me pull him over"

But this is only just the beginning

Getting out of this wretched house is just the first step of winning

So I giggity, giddy up and run the pedal to the metal

Riding rowdy like a rebel

Hoping I don't get in trouble

Cause the bass still knocking

Rhymes still popping

Feds still watching

Ain't nobody going to stop him, though

And if you think you can

You can suck on my penis

The last thing I need right now is an inconvenience but

Women come and go

**** up and die

Money over hoes

Brothers over pride

They gon' throw shade when they see a **** shine

Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive

Live, Live

All the way live

Had to walk to work cause a **** couldn't drive

Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five

And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine

Oh no!

That kid need to wake up

Yo, bro!

You finally be late, Bruh

You know you don't get paid enough to be laid up

You need to hit seventy-five south and then skate, bruv

I need to start sleeping earlier in the evening

So I don't rush out and be mad at the time I'm leaving

Complaining on the way that I'm hungry and haven't eaten

So, hop in the coupe

Fire up my leaf and regroup

Now we zoom

Hundred on the dash; Ain't going that fast

Playing that "What's The Move", speaker on full blast

Fallin' below a quarter tank

Damn it, I need gas

But there ain't no braking 'til we make it there

I swear cause the glare off the clock said I'll be late

I bet not

Little did I know when I hit the exit, a wet spot

Threw me for a loop and threw me

In the next lane

With a first-class ticket on the next hydroplane

Crash landing in a ditch

Looking over my shoulder, there's a boulder closing in

Shit! I'm just trying to get older

My mind spinning, hoping I don't get pinned or rollover

It wasn't 'til the chaos stopped I received closure

Opened my eyes, realized the eighty-nine is totaled

And two weeks after moving out?

This shit is bogus!

The police on the scene was like, "shit happens"

And I'm like, "Yea, but shit keeps always happening to me!"

Fuck! (Fuck! Fuck this shit, ****)

****, I swear

Women come and go

**** up and die

Money over hoes

Brothers over pride

They gon' throw shade when they see a **** shine

Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive

Live, Live

All the way live

Had to walk to work cause a **** couldn't drive

Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five

And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine

There it is

Yea, there it is

There it was (What, What)

Life's a Wreck (What, What)

So don't blame me if I

Hustle like I'm broke, broke

Cause all my life I've been broke, broke

I'm MISFIT if you didn't know, know

Headed straight to the top

Written by: Joshua Gilbert

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