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Vision
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vision was released on May 14, 2022 by 3121229 Records DK as a part of the album Distance
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Release DateMay 14, 2022
Label3121229 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Carew
Matt Carew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
20:20
Producer

Lyrics

You know the risk high stakes for livin
Sold your soul just all for sippin
Shot em out with no forgiveness, pray it's not a another
Vision, a vision, a vision, a vision, a vision
Roll up to the site, I'm rubbin' her thigh, yeah
This party is nice, that's what she replied
No, I ain't talkin' no business with all these bitches
Wanting my pole, you can come get it
I'm swayin' the crowds the drugs got us lifted
Pray to the Lord they ain't catch us slippin
Don't got the Porsche skrrra,
The subi we rockin' with it
I hop off the stage, I pour up the cup, this ain't vodka in it
We go by the pint, you know that young homies, they die in this business
I don't feel the same, this setting elapsing dizziness
Parkin on the side, askin for forgiveness
All of my past, and all I done witnessed
Sendin' them shots, you could call me Tristan
Quick on the draw, please make a decision
Now she in my mentions, talkin bout ascensions
Bitch, you ain't woke and who is you kiddin'
I ain't got no trust, poppin all these pills
I shoot at her gut, man this shit is tough
The way that it feels if I get locked up pray, I make the bail
I got so much shit on my mind
Pop me a Xan, can't do this all the time
Missin' these moments, maybe this a sign
Maybe one day I'll just sit down and write
She in her feelings and missin' me crazy
My feelings are spacey, ready for me like you lacey
Take off her clothes, now it's lookin' racy
Work, work, work, it's all we do lately
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all we do lately yeah, yeah
Sit back, kick rhymes like Shrade
Never gave a fuck like these hoes hate me
In the studio, fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, who dis
Bitch, I ain't new to this
Pop this, drop this, fly high, real rip
Pack this, big sticks, never miss
Always stay true to this
Tell him put me on a beat
Give him hell, take a seat
Reach for my gun, that's a fuckin' breach
Security alert, mosh pit in the club
And she throwin' peach
If there was a standard notice, you'll never meet
Fuck these hoes, always gotta heater on me
Notice I never keep no bad company
Your energy so fucking draining this shit paining
Throwing them dubs, feel like its raining
Open her up, like this shit is lays
Thought I was done, shit, I need a raise
Complacent enough, still I'm ashamed
Live no regrets, for my mistakes
Switch up the flow, don't come in my space
Just like the grays, yeah
Chopper rain a hundred days
You cannot flow at my pace
That's why yo girl at our place
Young homie got hit with the case
All just for learnin' a trade
Under 21, self-made
Under 21, self-made
Why you still stuck in a phase
I set the bar, try pass like a lawyer
Airin' them out, bodies in the foyer
Boys into men uh, Tom Sawyer
Hella bad bitches stay up in Missouri
Tell her fuck it, get buck like I'm Pouya
Fools is my sons, put them out they misery
You gettin' smoked, huh, that's hickory
I got the key, winnin' championships, Milwaukee
Written by: Matt Carew
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