Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Torment
Little Torment
Performer
DJTR Beats
DJTR Beats
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Titre-Wilson
Ryan Titre-Wilson
Songwriter
Matthew Peters
Matthew Peters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.E.Z. Beats
D.E.Z. Beats
Producer

Lyrics

It's super hard not reacting to the disrespect
I gotta pour my Henny strong so I can just reflect
I've been out here in the trench and I ain't missed a step
That's for my kid 'cause he's the only one this shit affects
Lately all the weed I'm smoking ain't give no effect
Fuck the hood, I'm in my crib, I'm finna roll up less
I told mum "It's good" so she won't even know my stress
She asked me how my music going, I say "Oh it's bless"
Yeah my body in the room but my head ain't there
No cap, a midlife crisis made me dread my hair
I can't see myself rapping this time next year
If it ain't adding to my life, it's super hard to care
Still sending paper to the jail, done caring what it's for
My son know that me and mummy ain't best friends no more
Right now, I'm just focused on getting richer
I hate acting, I'll give him no little bro and sister
I'm sipping Henny, in the other room, my son's sleeping
Been tryna fit all of this fun shit in this one evening
Shit, I got enough problems in my stupid life
The Henny help me get easy, two cubes of ice
This new ting say I changed and she didn't lie
Been sleeping with my back to her and I ain't even mad at her
She probably thinking that I'm thinking 'bout his mum
So I don't talk about it, truth is, really I just miss my son
And that's the mad thing 'bout it
School run in the morning then I play the streets
It's still crazy just seeing you brush your teeth
Yeah I'ma give you all the things I didn't have and shit
The **** telling all his cousins that his daddy's rich
He tries to hide the pain, I ain't around and I can tell
He's half me as well, I do the same thing myself
Soon as it's safe, you know that you can come and live with me
I can't have you in the car, I got a stick on me
I can't be fucking with these bitches that ain't good for me
Giving you everything you want, won't even cook for me
And I don't even get comfy, it's the hood in me
No regrets, that's no shoulda, woulda, coulda beens
I ain't blow up yet, ain't too sure what that means
The Henny pouring, my heart froze, yeah it's what it seems
Ammi'd out every night, I have the same old dreams
I mean, I ain't dirty no more but the stains don't leave
Written by: Matthew Peters, Ryan Titre-Wilson
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