Coulda Shoulda Woulda – Russ: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Coulda Shoulda Woulda

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Utwór Coulda Shoulda Woulda został wydany 31 lipca 2026 przez DIEMON jako część albumu Coulda Shoulda Woulda - Single

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TEKST UTWORU

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Russ

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Russ

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Tekst Utworu

I feel unlocked and I'm takin' advantage

Planted the seeds but they think I was planted

I'm not a fan of excuses and bitchin'

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

It's all on you, it's not my fault your turn ain't came

You holdin' you up like Miami Hurricanes

"Chill out, you tweakin'," nah, fuck that, I'm goin'

Nobody snappin', the game is wide open

Yeah, Ford tour bus shit, I used to be a busboy

Screaming at the universe, I guess I made enough noise

'Cause now I've got arenas screaming "Russ"

Gave my girl game, boss her up [?], trust

At this point I know the money well

But I miss how LA felt back in 2012

We were riding in a G-Wagon thinking we were big shit

Before I went gold we were staying on Olympic

That was [?] across from the barbershop

We [?], we always would spark a lot

We crumbling little rocks so we look like Arkansas

Sell everyone boat shoes but now I can chart the Yachts

I'm talkin' my shit now, who wouldn't if [?]

The game I give is for everybody, it's Rated E

I wake up and make a beat

I couldn't [?] now I'm movin' five M's to the point [?]

This for the family

I feel unlocked and I'm takin' advantage

Planted the seeds but they think I was planted

I'm not a fan of excuses and bitchin'

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

It's all on you, it's not my fault your turn ain't came

You holdin' you up like Miami Hurricanes

"Chill out, you tweakin'," nah, fuck that, I'm goin'

Nobody snappin', the game is wide open

People dumb as hell, I really shouldn't even bother

Lot bottled up, least my mom is on the water

Top dollar is what promoters send to me

Dropping gems so every now and then I buy jewelry

Motion doesn't move me, I don't see what you see

They told me there was a ceiling, I found a roof leak

Kick my own ass till I act right and do me

Now I'm walking with a limp like I'm Mad-Eye Moody

I'm truly infatuated with me and me only

So much on my plate but I need to eat slowly

The T-O-P is precarious, ain't it?

G-O-D the only one who gave me charity payments

I know my light shines through in spite of the grey clouds

They don't chase dreams no more, they chase clout

My bank account and what's in my head is no different

I predicted all this, I could've wrote for the Simpsons (Yeah)

I feel unlocked and I'm takin' advantage

Planted the seeds but they think I was planted

I'm not a fan of excuses and bitchin'

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

It's all on you, it's not my fault your turn ain't came

You holdin' you up like Miami Hurricanes

"Chill out, you tweakin'," nah, fuck that, I'm goin'

Nobody snappin', the game is wide open

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

People be making excuses, I'm making it happen

If I call them out though they calling me crazy

They look at me and they calling it fake

'Cause if they called it work they're admitting they're lazy

You didn't miss a shot, you never took it

You bum, you a loser, don't speak on my name

Hope that I piss you off over and over and over and over and over again

Yeah, want what I got but [?] not the same

I ain't never been a fool, people are what they do not what they say

Most people never did nothing for me, all they ever do was get in my way (Yeah)

And I'm glad they out of my way, way

I feel unlocked and I'm takin' advantage

Planted the seeds but they think I was planted

I'm not a fan of excuses and bitchin'

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

It's all on you, it's not my fault your turn ain't came

You holdin' you up like Miami Hurricanes

"Chill out, you tweakin'," nah, fuck that, I'm goin'

Nobody snappin', the game is wide open

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, you didn't

Written by: Russ

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