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Madness
Hip-Hop/Rap
Madness was released on March 29, 2023 by Independent as a part of the album Jordan
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AlbumJordan
Release DateMarch 29, 2023
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayoo
Jayoo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Coleman
Jordan Coleman
Composer

Lyrics

I could tell you could run through the madness
Wipe them tears ain’t got time for the sadness
Moving on the road
Let’s you see the magic
You know how it goes
Dodgin all the traffic
Widda bad chick
And the way she could bend It's elastic
She a natural No plastic No drastic
Type to boss you up
I Ain’t on sneak tactics
I peep that shit
Overthinking still underrated
I never baited snapper
On the line gimme time
I’m the Pro Bass
Iso every play
With no pass I’m no Nash
I got Brooklyn on the feet again
Lil bro said ion even really needa pen
I felt that but I’m the penman
Ship sailed from the point of no return
Sometimes a blessings are the lessons
That we learned
Even when I trailed never bailed
Never squirmed
Blood of a slave
Heart of a king
I slow life down
I hear Ms. Harriet sing
She was wading in the water
For my son and my daughter
So My grandfather know
Ima pull 100 grand out
**** Reach
And I never took a hand out
Ion Jackin it
Im the director
I could tell when you acting it
I could tell you could run through the madness
Wipe them tears ain’t got time for the sadness
Moving on the road
Let’s you see the magic
You know how it goes
Dodgin all the traffic
Widda bad chick
And the way she could bend It's elastic
She a aatural No plastic No drastic
Type to boss you up
I Ain’t on sneak tactics
I peep that shit
Stood there hands in pockets feeling lent
Am I gon eat this week or Am I gon pay the rent
Now look, She can tell a **** rich from the scent
Realist money ever spent
I'm worth more than any deal you signing
The virgo in the sky
With the stars aligning
Stacks for the stanzas
It’s fine now,
But too much money
They gon Ban us
Dimes taking pics
Of the checks we done ran up
Ya flow stale
I’m dropping buckets
In the pale
While gettin my tan up
Ya flaky like dandruff
Hatin on gang
Cus you don’t
Understand us
You pushin it
Tryna keep it cool like a fan does
Tell uncle Luke
I’m out in Miami too
Bring the bottles, close friends and the family through
I manage to,
Make my way around the bases
Opening day hopin they play
The shit I'm making
I could tell you could run through the madness
Wipe them tears ain’t got time for the sadness
Moving on the road
Let’s you see the magic
You know how it goes
Dodgin all the traffic
Widda bad chick
And the way she could bend It's elastic
She a natural No plastic No drastic
Type to boss you up
I Ain’t on sneak tactics
I peep that shit
Written by: Jordan Coleman
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