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Ray Charles
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ray Charles was released on June 12, 2016 by Madamere Media as a part of the album Ms. Cletus
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Release DateJune 12, 2016
LabelMadamere Media
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Allen Vieyra
Sean Allen Vieyra
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sorry Uncle Dana, please don't take it down
It's time to get my shit together
Just because they say they love me we don't sit together
Besides they just say they do, they really don't
Who really gots my back only God knows
Fuck it I ain't crying bout it boy I'm still alive
Keep my head held high only the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like I'm Ray Charles
I ain't worried bout the fame you can keep the cash
Don't be acting different around me when I see that ass
You can tell by my eyes I ain't scared at all
Doing what I'm supposed to do when it's last call
You a joke, you a fake, liar, and a coward
It ain't nothing but snakes in the grass around you
I don't show it but I love and I care deep
Stay hidden cause that's what the world did to me
I ain't bitching, I ain't tripping, carefree living
My biggest enemy's up inside my head listening
(To what I gotta say)
Fuck beef I'm looking for peace (piece) like where's my pipe at
Been a long time baby let me grab the mic back
It's time to get my shit together
Just because they say they love me we don't sit together
Besides they just say they do, they really don't
Who really gots my back only God knows
Fuck it I ain't crying bout it boy I'm still alive
Keep my head held high only the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like a Ray Charles
Sorry again
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back
Daddy's home, take a nap
Tired of that weak shit, you think it's hard
I know it's wack, you fucking trash
Put you in a trash bag like Dexter
I "X" you
Bury your bitch ass like a treasure
I'm better
Off the top with it than your written shit
But I got bad penmanship
So I just ain't killing it
Off the dome Jerome I know you feeling it
Kill it I ain't innocent
Send me to the penitent
I-A-R-Y
I ain't that guy that you gon' win against
Do this shit for hours
All night all day not a minute man
I'm many men and many men
Wish death upon me
No 50 cent
I don't think it's literal but then again you never know
It's time to get my shit together
Just because they say they love me we don't sit together
Besides they just say they do, they really don't
Who really gots my back only God knows
Fuck it I ain't crying bout it, boy I'm still alive
Keep my head held high only the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like I'm Ray Charles
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back, daddy's home, take a nap
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back, daddy's home, take a nap
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back, daddy's home, take a nap
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back, daddy's home, take a nap
Tired of that weak shit, you
Tired of that weak shit, you
Fucking trash, put you in a trash bag like Dexter, you
Fucking trash, put you in a trash bag like Dexter
I'm better off the top with it than your written shit
Written by: Sean Allen Vieyra
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