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Insane
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Insane was released on October 15, 2019 by Dawg Shit Records as a part of the album Broken Pots
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Release DateOctober 15, 2019
LabelDawg Shit Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, fuck
Ayy, bruh, pass me the Percocets from over there
Yeah, bro, another blunt too
Ayy, who was that?
You ain't just see that shit, bruh?
Yeah, bro
Shit
Why the fuck I keep on having visions?
Brodie lookin' at me like I'm trippin'
Seen five shit, I just can't forget it
When I go to the grave, it's coming with me
Problems coming at me back-to-back
I'm losing my mind, I'm going crazy
I don't even get to see my baby
But when you want something, you gotta chase it
Ain't no **** finna give it to you
Ain't nobody just gon' give a million to you
Had to rob and jugg for this shit
And serve half the hood for this shit
I wish a **** would try and hit a lick
These .556s'll hit him in his shit
They like, "Papi, why the fuck you always quiet?"
I pop Percocets, I don't like being violent
I was twelve years old selling dope and robbing
The streets raised me, ****, not my mama
Baby mama did some bullshit
That's the reason I don't trust a bitch
I'll never ever love a bitch
I'm in the trap, I ain't really with that clubbing shit
My baby asked why I ain't with her mama
I looked her in the face and told her the truth
I'll lie to anybody, but won't lie to you
You don't know the shit your mama put me through
But if it wasn't for that bitch, I wouldn't have you
So I guess that shit count for something
When it come to you, I give my all or nothing
Still fighting paranoia, I think somebody coming
Load that stick and jump in the car
I got more trust in my gun than God
I put a knife on my AR
.223'S gon' hit him, he ain't getting far
My cousin told me I sold my soul
He say I'm possessed when I'm over the stove
Use my wrist and scrape the bowl
These voices in my head won't leave me alone
Ever since a jit, I been grown
Everything I did on my own
I'm seeing shit when I know it ain't there
When they took BK, I knew it wasn't fair
Fuck that shit, I'm taking it there
I don't care if with your bitch, I'm laying you there
Tears in my face while I'm spitting
Pop four Percs, I'm still tripping
I lost BK, I'm with a killer, ****
Up that stick and get rid of ****
Y'all **** rap good, I'm really with it
Roll that window down and get to hitting
I don't fuck with these ****, these **** lame
You don't know what's going on in my brain
I smoke weed, I'm trying to maintain
This shit gon' make a **** go insane
Written by: chester author roscoe
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