album cover
Blew Up
album cover
Blew Up was released on May 5, 2021 by God Help The Rest as a part of the album & The Beasts
May 5, 2021
LabelGod Help The Rest
LanguageEnglish
BPM76
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

I draw three black like I take jumps shots
Clean up cool finesse and wait mom
So sick like I hit the lotto
Well we bought all super models
Damn my damn my damn my son.
Wake up I do what I want
Dad's back. Oh boy he grew up
Now them old boys we blew up
I keep correcting them take perfectly
That said it that the way I did it
Just had to read it my celli keep ring I need it say how can I miss
 lately I'm tired as fuck
I like Capello said I couldn't face Submitted game whatever I use up internally because of these risks
I just want to work
Everything just gets on my nerves
Yeah how did you press off in a shirt
Keep my composure I can see how it hurt
That gets tricks of the trade
I mean it made a big game
I figure how to behave
I said the same
Well are they going to change
We gonna rain rain rain
I need to sign up for each of my paintings
How are you the same damn thing
That was going to put it all in my lane
I guess I get sideline too
I want the headline news
Now she gives me head mine true
Now back to the Flex times two
I just level up
Even the silence can't settle us
Taking my time at the bezzler
What type a movement get measured up
I've got a ticket to take on us
So what percentage is it good touch
So with to focus it gets you bust
I don't think any can with us
Yeah I draw three black like I take jumps shots
Clean up cool finesse and wait mom
So sick like I hit the lotto
Well we bought all super models
Damn my damn my damn my son.
Wake up I do what I want
Dad's back. Oh boy he grew up
Now them old boys we blew up
And I might just be a superhero
Yes it can cost me three zeros
Ask me dad who call the shots
And I pull up tax Robert De Nero
I got whacked and won't get to see
Class tell rest with Bs
I know Annie my veterancy
Wheel chair me like Degrassi
All my fans I treat like family
I don't know how much you help me
You don't know the work I put in
Where were you when she got ugly
We left the similar
My life is cinema
I think I know it was if or not
Would it be regular
But how would I kind to my different I edit her
Developing many must
Discover me days see what you need to my coming up
Untouchably I don't want nothing with none of her
I just level up
Even the silence can't settle us
Taking my time at the bezzler
What type a movement get measured up
I've got a ticket to take on us
So what percentage is it good touch
So with to focus it gets you bust
I don't think any can with us.
Yeah. I draw three black like I take jumps shots
Clean up cool finesse and wait mom
So sick like I hit the lotto
Well we bought all super models
Damn my damn my damn my son.
Wake up I do what I want
Dad's back. Oh boy he grew up
Now them old boys we blew up
Written by: Aaron Keeba
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...