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Walking Dead
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Walking Dead was released on July 31, 2020 by Ghetto Stars Records as a part of the album Walking Dead - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2020
LabelGhetto Stars Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Guadalupe Garcia
Sergio Guadalupe Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark "Keitel" Lowe jr.
Mark "Keitel" Lowe jr.
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Epik The Dawn
Epik The Dawn
Producer
Ghetto Stars Records
Ghetto Stars Records
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Waking up to nightmares, the horror never ends
Manifest a blessed life through my wickedness and sins
I'm tranna make ends by hurtin' my people
Turn to a protest after breaking demeanors
Fuck a breakdown, a bottle's a better way
Im takin the pain away by drowin in liquor lakes
My soul is to take, I aint praying to no jesus
Prolly a bad choice but I still aint find a reason
I aint tranna find comfort, I aint staying in one spot
Frustrated with these funds, so I serve a couple knocks
Yeah I bag a couple grams and I get the money off
But this shit just aint enough ma **** I feel lost
Seeing visions of my death body blocking my girl
Couple shots to my back then I wake up informed
Telling me to do better if I knew better I would
I don't even know myself don't ask me if i'm good
Welcome to a nightmare of mine
That creates a confused and a sensitive mind
Jesus turned water to wine
Well I turned these cries to a coke and pint
**** ridin dirty tonite
19 on this hip and we use it on sight
(On sight ****)
Depressed we aint worried bout life
Many men wish death but it just aint my time
I write to save my life, spilling anger on this paper
Wish I could talk more socializing through these pages
Rage and frustration, i'm mad at the world
Insecurities preventing me from opening up to my girl
Petty arguments, fuck love and affection
Only good times come from wetness and erections
Seeking for attention but tranna be left alone
Hurting people that love me, i'm trippin' when i'm at home
Paranoid think these bitches is tryin to set me up
Whiplash on the block, I know when tragedy struck
They takin' moms sons, shattering families
Burning yo tree down, you left with a legacy
Infatuation wit burners, it's easy to kill
But they can't do the time so they break and they squeal
Car passing again, remember faces and figures
It might be the feds or it might be yo killer
Welcome to a nightmare of mine
That creates a confused and a sensitive mind
Jesus turned water to wine
Well I turned these cries to a coke and a pint
**** ridin' dirty tonite
19 on this hip and we use it on sight
(On sight ****)
Depressed we aint worried bout life
Many men wish death but it just aint my time
It just aint my time ****
I choose my time
Written by: Sergio Guadalupe Garcia
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