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Thoughts
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Thoughts was released on August 15, 2019 by 1406949 Records DK as a part of the album Thoughts - Single
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Release DateAugust 15, 2019
Label1406949 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Toole
Henry Toole
Songwriter

Lyrics

In my head I’m sortin through my deeper thoughts
Yeah I can’t seem to get these demons off me
Stuck in my hood and you know I tote that heater on me
Yeah I just do it for my people homie
Spinnin whips I’m selling ps you know I’m steady hustlin
I see my path I know the top is comin
Signin shit just like I blew up or some
You knew it was coming
Off the top yeah you know I go
Dummy
Early morning I had to pour up that sunny
People thinking that I owe some money
**** trippin actin like a hoe bout the money
I feel da pain cause I’m on go bout them hunnids
I’m well known cause I’m consistent with touches
Keep on grindin now my business is bumpin
Real **** I’m on go bout my patnas
They move the same cause they on go with no problem
Up dat thang cause I’m fasho it’s gone stop him
To see my people I’ll let you die w no problem
I feel no pain cause thru the rain I was stomping
I tamed the game I got my rings up or some
Maneuver lames show my Ice cause I’m stuntin
Bitches on me cause I’m enticing and or some
Rusty pen cause Ian write ina month
In my head I’m sortin through my deeper thoughts
Yeah I can’t seem to get these demons off me
Stuck in my hood and you know I tote that heater on me
Yeah I just do it for my people homie
FreeQG and fuck da system
Can’t wait to go and get him
Got a bag then I slowed down
But now my fingers itchin
Got a bitch that’ll cook that white up
In a gourmet kitchen
Told my bitch Ian doing right
It’s just the hoe up in me
Told my **** ion want this life
If they ain’t going w me
Ian mournin’ nomo homies
Cause you know they w me
Yo bitch ride just like a pony
I bring the bow up outta
That’s why she steady in my phone
Cause she know I’m bout it
Ian fit to be no wrestler
I’ll let these bullets catch ya
223 will hit yo back
And have you squirting ketchup
**** stepping outta line
But they know I’m next up
**** flexin and they lying
You better put that vest up
**** talkin w a whisper
They gotta pump they chest up
And how I’m fucking on they bitch
I swear I get the best nut
It’s like I’m fightin w my spirits
We tryna cop some Tesla’s
Put my soul into these shit
We wipe you out for cheddar
Written by: Henry Toole
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