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Hello?
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hello? was released on February 5, 2019 by Lil Lambo as a part of the album Hello? - Single
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2019
LabelLil Lambo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Lambo
Lil Lambo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Mikkel Webb
Christian Mikkel Webb
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
[Verse 1]
All alone me and the reaper on my steps
Bitched his ass don't give a fuck about my death
Got no one left just put the scythe to my neck
Won't be shit there was a time I had no breath
Mins depressed got a life of regrets
Going to school to have a life full of debt
Cps just fills my life up with stress
One more day might put the knife to my chest
[Verse 2]
Everyone hates that imma fucking athiest
God had a plan it was my family was a mess
Ain't do shit but give us bugs on our bed
Fuck that **** he never answered my request
[Verse 3]
Can't sell my soul but if I could I would be rich
Just a kid wit fucking wounds on my wrist
Tears down my cheek
I see my mother getting beat
Trying to help but I'm too scared to fucking speak
Felt so weak we ran away for like a week
Ain't have shit but all our shit was on the streets
[Verse 4]
Got food stamps but they were sold for some dope
They didn't know but we were starving on the low
My bro walked in and seen a needle on the floor
Every days different different junkies at my door
No clothes no bread my fucking families fucking poor
But its a sin to even wish I had more
[Verse 5]
If you ask me God's a fucking asshole
Killing all his people what the fuck is that for
Ringworm arms I had to wear them long sleeves
Lights weren't on but we were sparking up the fiends
Nights grew long when we got robbed by Alisha
Crimes in the house so we couldn't call police
[Verse 6]
Nightmares no dreams I never had good sleep
Dirty ass sheets but the laundry ain't cheap
Minimum minutes that's what we had for a month
Tags with suspension that's what we had on the trunk
Na na na we wasn't asking for lunch
Hitting the gym cuz I was packing a punch
[Verse 7]
Birthday gifts didn't last very long
Footsteps in my room at the ass crack of dawn
Woke up torn , momma why my shit gone
Helped me look for it for hours in the morning
Knew she lied it was just pawned for some work
Paid on the first and we were broke by the third
[Verse 8]
Ran away more times then I can count
Left for days and didn't tell us she was out
In the house it turned my Dad into a grouch
Imma kill that bitch is what we heard from his mouth
Imma kill myself let me fucking help y'all out
Written by: Christian Mikkel Webb
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