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Vent
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Vent został wydany 13 maja 2026 przez M-Hunt jako część albumu Future History - EP
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Data wydania13 maja 2026
WytwórniaM-Hunt
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM91

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M-Hunt
M-Hunt
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Trifiro
Nicholas Trifiro
Songwriter
Matthew Hunter Stotz
Matthew Hunter Stotz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Joseph
Dean Joseph
Producer
Nighter Noble
Nighter Noble
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

I don't wanna be a superstar I don't want the glitz and glam
But I'll take a fancy car don't need all the things that money can
Buy
Cause in my heart it won't even matter
Regardless shit, life still be hard
Got a lot of goals I wanna make
I done had the pretty faces sittin' on my face with cake
I done had the articles written up with my name
And I done paraded out on the stage and that I'll chase
Cause that's the only date I'll ever plan
That and once I find my lady
Shit, I'll take her to Japan
Show her all the finer things
Find her dreams I'll take the chance
Until she come along with some biddies doin a dance
I done hit the clubs, I done stayed at home
Like goin' out, but prefer to stay alone
Gettin' high by myself, smokin' dro
Honing this here craft just in case I get more foes
Look, throughout the years, punks been steppin' on my toes
Men and women both
I just write a few rhymes that come to mind
Then let it roll, find the beat and work that shit into a workin' flow
Cross 'em out the rhyme book and let it go
But, I used to do this shit for no bucks
Now I got a little dough, not a lot, but you know
Just enough to get by and keep goin
Pay the bills, dress fly
And fill her up just like a donut (cream!)
Still young, still me, still a W.I.P
I'm far from where I was, but still far from where I'll be
Lot of cars is up my sleeve, white boy getting cheese
Brie on a cracker, how it be
I'm gettin' all the buzz so the ladies get on knees
But it's only one of me, so they take turns like a lease
Seems like everybody want a piece
I'm just tryna protect mine, in hard times
Tryna get my flower see, Daisy just died
She was my dog, now immortalized inside my rhymes
But I ride for all my dawgs, they know it, just don't say it all the time
Probably should, cause this life don't pick very kind
I'm just tryna keep healthy, keep on pushing
Wake up early, got a plot to be the man
Before anybody hurt me again, laugh in they face
That's the plan, you wasn't there for me
And now you want a grand, say no, you say I fail
Now you left empty-handed, keep lying
On my name, proves you never understand it
Bunch of ladies run my way, I say I steal 'em from they mans
In reality, I really just want mines
Holdin' hands, lotta shit up on my mind
I just need a way to vent it
And this is how I been doin' it since like eleven
A little bitch with the buzz cut lookin' like Eleven
But stranger things have happened
I'm just preaching' like a reverend, like a therapy session
When I'm home alone, like I'm Kevin
Cause I'm the one who's trapped
Y'all the ones gettin' messed with
Cause at your fucking neck is exactly where my head is
But I ain't givin' hickeys when I'm at your fuckin' phrenic
Make you say my name like Heisenberg, you won't forget it
Take me for a joke then why you shaking when you said it
Gonna be on upper echelon, you can bet it
Hunt chasin' M's and finer things, that'swhere I been at
Written by: Matthew Hunter Stotz, Nicholas Trifiro
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