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FLASHBACKS
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «FLASHBACKS» вышел в 6 сентября 2025 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «TMG»)DETERMINED 2 WIN
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Дата релиза6 сентября 2025 г.
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ЯзыкEnglish
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BPM70

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Marquette Martell (YoungQuette)
Marquette Martell (YoungQuette)
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Tishawn Michael Gordon
Tishawn Michael Gordon
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Tishawn Michael Gordon
Tishawn Michael Gordon
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Damn,
So many voices I hear in my head,
One telling me no,
One telling me yeah,
Still having flashbacks I was popping them meds,
Inna jail,
It was never a time I was scared,
I was locked down in a jail cell with no bail,
Ten months, three states, fuck Jake, fuck 12,
Had a Glock 23 it was stolen from hell,
And a stolen 300 with hollows and shells,
I remember that time I was running from 12,
Doggin feds in the Civic why bro hadda tell,
Free Guido,
He been locked up with no bail,
Phone ringing I'm smacking the shit outta scale,
Get my background checked,
You know I'm a menace for real,
Steal a car, do a crime and I pop me a pill,
Inna free car doggin it call it hot wheels,
I keep having flashbacks and I don't know the deal
I just had a flashback I was in the store with Kyro and both of us had on some backpacks,
High as a bitch stealing snacks off the snack rack
Came up on a couple trash bags,
It was late as shit almost came up onna
whip but the feds pulled up on the block,
So we ran back,
We in the hood, dressed in all black,
Weed in my jacket With Oxypills under my ball sack,
Walking down the strip until we came up onna house,
We got in and we got out,
made it to the town,
Hustling for that money making everything count,
I'm missing my ****, he got gunned down, so I ride with unlimited rounds
I ain't fucking with **** I'm making em bounce
I got **** Knick,
I shoot like Karl Anthony Towns,
I'm inna Q50 ridin with a car full of bloodhounds,
Beat the percussion I fell in love with them drum sounds,
Try and spin and I'm tossing that shit out of bounds
Long live my ****,
I'm thuggin' for my man in the ground
For him,
I just gotta be great,
I been eating good I ain't skipping no plates
**** die cause they high as shit off them drugs they can't een concentrate
Damn,
There's so many voices I hear in my head,
One telling me no,
One telling me yeah,
Still having flashbacks, I was popping them meds,
In a jail there was never a time I was scared,
I was locked down in a jail cell with no bail,
Ten months, three states, fuck Jake, fuck 12
Had a Glock 23 it was stolen from hell
And stolen 300 with hollows and shells
Written by: Tishawn Michael Gordon
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