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CAN'T HIDE, (troubled TEARZ.)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CAN'T HIDE, (troubled TEARZ.) was released on November 21, 2023 by Jus Hussle as a part of the album everybody HURT.
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Release DateNovember 21, 2023
LabelJus Hussle
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miquo Joel Willie
Miquo Joel Willie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beats by Jt
Beats by Jt
Producer
Izzy ILL
Izzy ILL
Engineer
Barron Studios
Barron Studios
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

JT, what is wrong with you
I've been working the day shift, tryna avoid the graveyard
I sat down with the devil and asked him, why do he hate God
Tried to convince me, play cards, I ran away from the table
Look how much envy that caine enable
I'm hoping y'all can live and learn, to each his own, I let em be
The only thing that I can do is lead my home to legacy
My pedigree, feed the wolves, put that on my pinky ring
Seldom seen, like it better that way
Can we share the dream of peace and prosperity
No, cause crackers be scared of me
No, cause **** be mad at me, because they not ahead of me
I sacrificed it all to get here, and still ain't got there
You **** wanna sit at the table inside a high chair
Don't talk to me about money when you ain't puttin in work
I never find it funny when **** put in the earth
You seen the shit I seen and you probably would stay alert
My patience runnin thin like bulimia in the herd, ****
Fuck what you heard
What do you see
What did you learn?
What will it be
When it's your turn, will you survive
Boy you can run, but you cannot hide
The city heard, nobody seen
The fire burn, the blood leak
When it's your turn, don't be surprised
Boy you could run, but you can't hide
You can't hide
It's kill or be killed, or you really soft
Don't think for yourself, you're supposed to follow the boss
Raised in the land of the sharks
They taste blood for the first time
**** is coming for what you got
My heart's scarred, my guard up
It's hard love, it's hard to come across
I don't show it often
Ayy, that's a awful lot of coffins
Ayy, that's a awful lot of cough syrup
Hold it down, let's go back to cognac and throwbacks
Cadillac, smoke on a cabbage patch
Then blame it on cataracts
My vision ain't blurry, don't live in a hurry
Don't worry, don't hide
They tear drop their eyes, pop up like surprise
I got too much pride
If you cross the line, I can't let it ride
You're artificial, my Art official, I go hard
Hit him in the chest with the metal, he wearing chrome hearts ****
Fuck what you heard
What do you see
What did you learn?
What will it be
When it's your turn, will you survive
Boy you can run, but you cannot hide
The city heard, nobody seen
The fire burn, the blood leak
When it's your turn, don't be surprised
Boy you could run, but you can't hide
Ayy, I'm never going back, I was broke
When I was holding on to hope, y'all tried to shorten my rope
When I was starving for success, y'all was full of that dope
I'm tired of rolling up the stress, all I want is the sough
You know, bread fed with red wine
The last supper, had a **** ready for bedtime
The past couple summers been cold, but a hundred degrees out
Type of shit that make you sick to your stomach, I read about
**** being social conditioned, shampoo, that's a brainwash
I hope you can swim with the shamu
Jumping in the water, assuming you can't lose
**** better be Phelps, cause otherwise you doomed
Strip you for your metal, this a different level of Geppetto
Pulling strings, **** dancing with the devil
Standing with a shovel, middle of the ghetto, King Kong ain't got shit on a narrow fellow with barrels
Forgiveness ain't necessary, forget it, my mental been very heavy
We still don't know who had did it, but I been living with it
Scenarios in my dreams, waking up in cold sweats
Ain't talking about Christmas Eve
I gift your presence with lyrics, wrapping my thoughts around the box
That my loved ones live in from shots
Intoxicated every day, got my liver in knots
Toxicity when I talk, but I listened to what they taught y'all
Bottom line is ain't no love here at all
And though it's colder in the winter, ain't no comfort in fall
And though it's hotter in the summer, ain't no comfort in spring
And though you hurt, they don't explain all of the pain that you bring
And I don't know why I'm vindictive, it's just what we was taught
The hurt people, hurt people, but look, here is a thought
Is retribution, a solution, or a wicked illusion
I guess we'll know the answer when you pull up, aim it and shoot it
Written by: Miquo Joel Willie
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