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Wishlist
34
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wishlist was released on December 25, 2020 by Artistfy Music as a part of the album Wishlist - Single
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Release DateDecember 25, 2020
LabelArtistfy Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Champ
Champ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Champ
Champ
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zane98
Zane98
Producer

Lyrics

So many doubts in my self
You can tell
Just thru looking at me
Every time it's the same
I can blame nobody else than me
So many fucking thangs on my wishlist
So many fucking names on my hitlist
Can't handle this pain so I sip sip
Never change yeah I'm staying a misfit
Maybe going insane you can witness
Fuck what they say
Fuck all the critics
Free my mind with a click
Feeling too sick
Freeing my self from the distress
So many fucking thangs on my wishlist
So many fucking names on my hitlist
Can't handle this pain so I sip sip
Never change yeah I'm staying a misfit
Maybe going insane you can witness
Fuck what they say
Fuck all the critics
Free my mind with a click
Feeling too sick
Freeing my self from the distress
Reaching for the stars
But I can see no light
Made it yet so far
But I got no more time
Inner demons still chasin they after me
They're hungry and want every single peace
Everything of my soul till the last of me
Self doubt deconstructing a masterpiece
But before I go
I wanna try
I wanna go out this might
Blow up my time
May come up I die
Knowing that I gave the fucking best in my life
I stay active in night
So I can separate myself
Hiding in my goddamn shelf
Metal Gear and I'm on stealth ya
Stood up every time I fell ya
Went thru Hell & Back ya
But I'll handle that ya ya yaa
So many fucking thangs on my wishlist
So many fucking names on my hitlist
Can't handle this pain so I sip sip
Never change yeah I'm staying a misfit
Maybe going insane you can witness
Fuck what they say
Fuck all the critics
Free my mind with a click
Feeling too sick
Freeing my self from the distress
So many fucking thangs on my wishlist
So many fucking names on my hitlist
Can't handle this pain so I sip sip
Never change yeah I'm staying a misfit
Maybe going insane you can witness
Fuck what they say
Fuck all the critics
Free my mind with a click
Feeling too sick
Freeing my self from the distress
Can't tell you why but inside I feel like I've died already
No real friends
They just pretend
Like it be all so fetty
Nobody feels the weight I carry on my shoulders
I'm a loner
High off life never sober
I feel like even my family wants me to be someone else
Can't understand
If I just could be my self
I would stop to hesitate
Me as well wants to feel safe
Who can relate?
Is it it me or is it fate?
Written by: Champ
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