Snak the Ripper — Obsessed: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Snak the Ripper

Obsessed

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Трек «Obsessed» вышел в 27 ноября 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Stealth Bomb Records Inc.»)Obsessed - Single

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АльбомObsessed - Single

Дата релиза27 ноября 2025 г.

ЛейблStealth Bomb Records Inc.

Мелодичность

Акустичность

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Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM87

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Snak the Ripper

Snak the Ripper

Вокал

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

William Scott Fyvie

William Scott Fyvie

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Snak the Ripper

Snak the Ripper

Сопродюсер

Jamie Kuse

Миксинг-инженер

C-Lance

Продюсер

Слова

I’m obsessive and compulsive,

Disgusting and repulsive,

And every beat I touch,

Is left aggressively assaulted,

Never took the safe route,

Left em all insulted,

But I’m thankful for the hard times,

And all the lessons that resulted,

Everybody so focussed on,

Being loved and admired,

Trying to buy some happiness,

Once all the moneys acquired,

Can’t afford to eat,

But dressing like a luxury buyer,

While your pockets are getting smaller,

Like they shrunk in the dryer,

You chasing dopamine,

Like a hopeless fiend,

Always keeping em coming back,

Cause the dope is clean,

Blacking out on every track,

While I’m smoking green,

I’d rather live my best life,

Than a broken dream,

Stop making excuses,

And wasting ya breathe,

Let go of all bullshit,

Mistakes and regrets,

Cause nothing really matters,

When your facing your death,

Gotta keep doing right instead of,

Chasing what’s left,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The drugs the liquor,

The love the sex,

The pain the glory,

The worry the stress,

Too much of this shit,

Will make you a mess,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The drugs the liquor,

The love the sex,

The pain the glory,

The worry the stress,

Too much of this shit,

Will make you obsessed,

Life is moving at a fast pace,

Caught up in the rat race,

Trying to get ahead,

But always finishing in last place,

Never been the nice guy,

Grumpy cause my back aches,

Took a couple losses,

But i wrote em off as tax breaks,

And now whole world,

Feels so bitter and cold,

It’s like everybody’s distracted,

By the glitter and gold,

If your trying to barter your soul,

Then consider it sold,

Before you know it you’re all alone,

Withered and old,

Like an atheist on his death bed,

Calling to god,

Feeling regret for living a life,

That was all a façade,

Wasting ya time flexing and,

Trying to holler at broads,

If you gotta say that you’re real,

Then you’re probably a fraud,

Stop making excuses,

And wasting ya breathe,

Let go of all bullshit,

Mistakes and regrets,

Cause nothing really matters,

When your facing your death,

Gotta keep doing right Instead of,

Chasing what’s left,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The drugs the liquor,

The love the sex,

The pain the glory,

The worry the stress,

Too much of this shit,

Will make you a mess,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The drugs the liquor,

The love the sex,

The pain the glory,

The worry the stress,

Too much of this shit,

Will make you obsessed,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The drugs the liquor,

The love the sex,

The money the power,

The bitches the flex,

The pain the glory,

The worry the stress,

Too much of this shit will,

Make you obsessed

Written by: William Scott Fyvie

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