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Grateful
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Grateful was released on November 24, 2023 by Good For Life Productions LLC as a part of the album Devotion
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Release DateNovember 24, 2023
LabelGood For Life Productions LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cowboy Killer
Cowboy Killer
Performer
Paul Mifsud Jr.
Paul Mifsud Jr.
Vocals
Brian Saurewald
Brian Saurewald
Vocals
Bryan Aldape
Bryan Aldape
Guitar
Douglas Brandt
Douglas Brandt
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Mifsud Jr.
Paul Mifsud Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Dell
Jonathan Dell
Mixing Engineer, Producer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Just got off road
Sold out shows after sold out shows
Coast to Coast
Grateful
I’ll never understand why they hate for no reason
They take shots, they the only ones bleeding
Turned down a milly, that’s just me leaving the meeting
I’ll never question your loyalty, you don't question my reasoning
Takes a whole generation of hard work
10 years overnight for this life I’m leading
When you the captain of the ship
They blame you when its sinking
Underground king
DIY things
I’m wired different
This bomb could go off any minute
My phone ring it’s my ex congratulate me on all my winnings
Ask me how the road been treating me
Baby it’s sickening
I ain’t preaching but on stage I become the deacon
I took the E out emotion, that’s me just getting even
6000 at Sturgis but I need an arena
Since I made it this far they started pointing fingers
Here I’m on the road again like I’m Bob Seger
The 740 can finally birth more dreamers
Still roll with that nina on me the devils music make sure that he working on my behalf
I survived the hate they threw at me
It’s getting bad
 
I know the plot thickens
Over champagne glasses
Pray she give me a pass all these models I smashed
All these dollars I’ve spent
All these weddings I’ve crashed
Giving myself to the masses
Pray I never lose the feeling that i once had when nobody believed
Now they must believe I’m a psychopath
I cried tears of joy
I turned music into hope for the boys
I made something from nothing like this work from the Lord
Used to get work and deploy
All of my brothers employed
While all your plans get soiled
My voice brought me from Appalachia up to New York
To see it for the first time
To view it through my father’s eyes
A young boy from Queens like Phife, Nore or Pete Nice
The white boy that came out the holler and changed my whole life
With just one mic
I’ll be Grateful
Virginia beach was crazy I’ll be going back
She couldn’t wait so I pulled it out told her make it fast
All them years that I couldn’t eat just to save some cash
I just made 10,000 off of some trucker hats
All the women I loved who couldn’t make it last
Hope you’re happy or at the least getting in your bag
I got secrets I’m keeping its best you never ask
That’s why my girl look sad when I'm signing autographs I ain’t cheating I’m open
My hearts cold as the winter frozen I used to be the shoulder you cry on
 Now I just leave you broken
I hope that you overstand my career came with side effects like these hoes and long nights where you notice I’m distant but I still love you for holding my down like deepthroating
 
My main goal is blow up and act like I know nobody
So don’t pretend like I’m a saint or ain’t got no bodies
Or that these tens ain’t waiting to hit out in the lobby I’d rather take all the risk while I’m still young and lucky
Lets make a milly off OnlyFans if you really want me
Me and Bonzo like brothers
You can’t make fun of him in front of me
Or I’m crashing out like a dummy trust me
Another day I stay awake and run the stage I’ll take a break when O die
A second wind
You’ll reel it in
Don’t take the bait
These rappers fake
I’m bass fishing out there on the lake just to find an escape
The man in my country like I’m Drizzy Drake
In the morning I’m the first one to walk in the bank
I raised cattle, you can’t tell me what’s really at stake
I put hours in at jobs that I really hate
I ain’t never gonna lie just to save my face
Just be grateful I ain’’t kill you when I had the chance
I feel like Michael but on this mic I don’t gotta dance
They used to kick me on the ground on my last stand
Now all I see is blood red with this gun in my hand
The Cowboy Killer, I’m a wanted man
They want me serving in federal or they want me dead
Karma working on me double like I’m too sauced
Drinking whiskey got the party really popping off
I don’t even leave the crib, these women come to ours
You can’t even split the difference because we’ve been at odds
Not one thing about me you can find fraud
I tell your favorite artist we could never do a song I’ll be grateful
Written by: Paul Mifsud Jr.
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