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Damaged
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Damaged was released on September 21, 2022 by DAMAGED MUSIC as a part of the album Damaged - Single
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Release DateSeptember 21, 2022
LabelDAMAGED MUSIC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Richard McCabe
Anthony Richard McCabe
Songwriter
Gary Glenn Lucero
Gary Glenn Lucero
Songwriter
Ray Andrew Andrade
Ray Andrew Andrade
Songwriter

Lyrics

He's a ghost
She's a ghost
It's a perfect fit
Hide it all
Never show
What is deep within
Never sleep
Incomplete
Can't compete with it
All the joneses slowly creepin' in
Damaged goods loves damaged goods
Know they shouldn't
Guess they could
There they stood
Misunderstood
Never thought they would get lost in the woods
They're damaged
Damaged
He's a savage
You don't really even know what's happened
Manic
Manic
Seem's she's had it
Baddy dressed up all in black
Satanic
Somehow she has come to thee
Stuck together faithfully
Lost his way cause she can't see that misery loves company
No hate bae
What I wanna say
G A Z would've thrown your ass away
When you wanna fight I'm always ready for debate
Why you always comin' at me sideways
While am acting fine this ain't the columbine
Two pops I'm hella tired
My own senses sentenced see it go bye
The thrill I see it glare in your eyes
Shout
Shout
Scary big and tough
Always making up cuz the fucking's really rough
I'm a masochist
I'm not dragged into this
I guess its all considered my own bliss
Its a two way street I feed into the heat
The abuse is something on repeat
I'm my own to blame
Ring the bells of shame
Living proof that the damned are just damaged
It's evidential
Got a damaged mental
I'm sick in the head
Keep it confidential
Your fucked up ways love to kill potential
Got murder on my mind
I'm feeling vengeful
Stuck in your hurricane
Numbing like novocaine lone in my tomb
Got me counting the days
I'm talking to ghosts and the devils my host
Think he's moving in close to start taking the reigns
Keep a loaded stick by my dick
Got a hundred in the mag
If I aim it up bitch I won't miss
Pull up in the rental with a body and a shovel off
the truffles I think I just had a bad trip
Go get your bucks up
Pussies get roughed up
I'm with your bitch my dick gettin sucked up
Liquor got me moving in slow mo like Robitussin
Pull up on your block with my dawgs and we get
To bussin
Homicide is homicide
Each of us please eat our pride
Heavy with the grudge I'll slide
Hang 'em up in the back fully slashed
Wish she never would of came
Lit the fire
Now the demon swinging steel
Comatose just some more
Silly bitch I hope you feel
Just a single bit of hope
Sample out my madness
River flow with the guts of the
Muthafuckin' foes
Putting up with shit
I care to never come home
Gashes on my back from the torture that you control
Damaged to the point of disrepair
Realistic that my might life will soon disappear
Written by: Anthony Richard McCabe, Gary Glenn Lucero, Ray Andrew Andrade
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