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Distractions
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Distractions was released on November 21, 2018 by NanoLivewire as a part of the album Almost Lost It
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Release DateNovember 21, 2018
LabelNanoLivewire
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

Lyrics

Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
No more distractions
(SimpleM on the beat)
Chasin' bitches and gold, fatal attractions
Watch the streets, too cold, turn 'em to ashes
I done seen **** fold, give up their passions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions (Ayy, we)
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No food in the fridge got us rock dealin'
Lost lives, too many died from cop killin'
Tryna survive, it make it hard to stop sinnin'
Gots to add and divide when the plot's millions
Switch your plan when it ain't addin' up
My cousin died for a flag, got me mad as fuck, pass the Dutch
Class I ducked 'cause my past was rough
But shit, I had enough, get a bag, no more baggin' up
Them distractions have me lackin' tough
But when your back against the wall
They can't back you up, it's sad as fuck
And you ain't really ask for much
Just support, love, respect, get congrats for once
Don't lose the passion, see how long **** lastin'
Hey, life's a bitch, don't have a fatal attraction
Do your thing, change lanes, then aim and attack them
I'm authentic when I'm spittin' and you lame **** plastic
Chasin' bitches and gold, fatal attractions
Watch the streets, too cold, turn 'em to ashes
I done seen **** fold, give up their passions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
Had to switch the approach, couldn't live bein' broke
Sleepin' on floors, OG in the kitchen
Whippin' up coke, get to my goals
Couldn't be a victim of dope
Tried hoopin', you not a student, can't get to the pros
Nine to five, go to child support
And it's wild, I just smile 'cause I'm my only child support
My family callin', I run miles, of course
Tryna feed 'em, I don't really need a crown or torch
Complete mission, keep a distance from pain
I'm spittin', it's my ambition just to get through the rain
Pay for forgiveness in the wishes of chains
Left the trenches and all the great positions that came
I promise to never lie to make it
I just strive for greatness, no distractions, shook all the fakers
I'm tearin' down the malls in Vegas
It's clear, we here, round of applause, we made it
Chasin' bitches and gold, fatal attractions
Watch the streets, too cold, turn 'em to ashes
I done seen **** fold, give up their passions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
(No more distractions)
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
(No more distractions)
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
Chasin' bitches and gold, fatal attractions
Watch the streets, too cold, turn 'em to ashes
I done seen **** fold, give up their passions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
No more distractions
Yeah, this shit gettin' old, no more distractions
Written by: Neil James Davidge
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