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Streets
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Streets was released on May 26, 2020 by Abstr@ctVi$ion Records as a part of the album Absent Thoughts
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Release DateMay 26, 2020
LabelAbstr@ctVi$ion Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwuane Stephens
Dwuane Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico
Rico
Engineer
John E. Wndr
John E. Wndr
Producer

Lyrics

Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Circle round the block there was just a cold killing
Don't let it be a homie dawg I hate the fucking feeling
Some of em into gangs some of em drug dealing
Question what we do for the souls that we're filling
Blood spilling of the same skin that we live in
Kill for red and blue while the white keep grinning
Counting all the green that we need to keep us living
Funny only color scheme that's blurred is our pigment
Pause and let that last line click for a minute
Rewind all the times what you seen made you ignorant
Bird box views wide eyed and ain't get it
This life ain't a movie behind the blinds it's figment
Rented space in my mind to pay attention
More to staying on this grind and stop eviction
Mind set on a bigger prize every sentence
Only bars I need to get by fuck some prisons
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Lately I've been idle on the teachings of the Bible
Old folks think it's vital and rehearse it like recitals
Keep the word in recycle so I won't get entitled
Turn into my rivals yeah the clout chasing cycle
Money drugs thugs that wild tricycle
They merrily go round like a unicycle
Can't even ten speed roam around freely
That's how they got Philly Meek for popping wheelies
Or neighborhood police gunning down a young teen
Skittles and sweet tea the last thing that taste sweet
Simple traffic stops have us trembling at the feet
Leave bodies in a heap afraid of their defeat
Everybody has a beef tryna solve it over heat
Make it hard for me to greet anybody in the street
Making steam into peace tryna be antifreeze
Tired of everything but whose minding me
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in these motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Tired of the pain in these motherfucking streets
Bout to go insane in thee motherfucking streets
Messing up the aim with the motherfucking heat
Praying for some rain with the motherfucking heat
Written by: Dwuane Stephens
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