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object
Hip-Hop/Rap
object foi lançado em 6 de março de 2026 por KRB como parte do álbum object - Single
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Data de lançamento6 de março de 2026
SeloKRB
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM148

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
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luvkurby
Sintetizador
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Romeo DiCesare
Romeo DiCesare
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
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luvkurby
Produção

Letra

I fucking hate it when you treat me like a object
I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest
Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"
They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex
I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet
Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object
Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense
Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex
Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a
I shoulda left when I was thirteen
Let too many people in, and all they did was hurt me
I always tried, it's never working
Thought I'd find the one, back in the day it was a sure thing
Shoulda laid down on those tracks when I was fifteen
Now I got too many friends and people who gon' miss me
And now I don't know how to fix me
Still tryna save the life I tried to throw away at sixteen
You called me up at my lowest
I was too anxious to show it
Wasn't a hint of emotion, so I guess I shoulda known it
I hate to demonize my friends, it's just they never knew the context
Please don't fucking call me just to treat me like a object
I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest
Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"
They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex
I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet
Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object
Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense
Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex
Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a
Lookin' to me for your pleasure
I guess it's better than nothing
Hoping it lasts forever
Hold a sec, hold a sec
Music fadin' out but I got more to say, more to say
How can I convince you that there's more to me than what you see
How do I communicate, it's poisoned me, on repeat
I know that you're busy but just hold a sec, hold a sec
Left me out to dry but I got more to say, more to say
How can I survive when you don't want to see what's underneath
I could fucking die and they'd be mourning me despite the seethe
Is it unconditional, I think that they're just blind to me
How did I convince myself it's fine to me? I can't see
Let it fade to black, I'm thinkin' "Finally", fine to me
I guess I should learn to trust the process
I can't die if I was never living, I'm a object
I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest
Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"
They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex
I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet
Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object
Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense
Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex
Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a object
Written by: Romeo DiCesare
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