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On Me
Hip-Hop/Rap
On Me was released on March 29, 2024 by Sandman as a part of the album Changes
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AlbumChanges
Release DateMarch 29, 2024
LabelSandman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sandman
Sandman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryaan Sandham
Ryaan Sandham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sandman
Sandman
Producer

Lyrics

I got the blinding lights on me
I gotta step it back, Curry
I got my outfit looking on fleek
Gotta add another notch it’s weighing on me
I got a lotta eyes on me
They all caked in jealousy
Life I shaped it didn’t come free
Don’t see the work, just see me succeed
I just wanna stop for a second, hold up
Look at everything I’ve built
Project manager, brick layer
This life is, contagious
I can chill, like Lauryn Hill
Ready or not, I sealed the deal
Don’t want much just a couple mills
& another thrill from the grass I’ve tilled
Yeah, armoured my heart up with plates
I’m esoteric with my mental place
Picked up myself then I flew to the states
Vegas by night & wake up at day
Everything I said I’d do I’ve done
Look at my bank & stocks for fun
Taking the trip & I’m on one
I take hold, stay stable
To myself won’t let go
Walk on bricks like Lego
When I open the safe, won’t stay closed
Take it all out, invest, can’t count it all in one breath
Imma be riding this out, I’m the best there is
& I say it with my chest
I got the blinding lights on me
I gotta step it back, Curry
I got my outfit looking on fleek
Gotta add another notch it’s weighing on me
I got a lotta eyes on me
They all caked in jealousy
Life I shaped it didn’t come free
Don’t see the work, just see me succeed
I gotta big tongue in my mouth
But always think before it comes out
I don’t throw it up then pray
I’m always backing up what I say
Put on the pressure, you tapping
Picked up a paper & lapice
Signs & the slotties are flashing
Kanye the way that I cash in
It’s about time that we gave our flowers to the living
Only wanna cheer when they succeeding or no longer living
I’m not into none of your living
Styles, it’s been a while, you been waiting for the drop
Going senile, I been chilling down in Cali like a Sea lion
My pockets sagging my pants down my waistline
Like Antoni Patek I had to make time
Don’t care bout yours, I gotta get mine
They all rolling the dice, they all wanting a slice
But the terms have already been outlined
Go to Venice then stopping off at the empire
See the world above when on the incline
I don’t poise myself off little whines
From a story you’re picking up off the grapevine
I could not sell my soul
For bagging a little more gold
Got rappers on death row
They just wanna feed their home
I could not sell my soul
For bagging a little more gold
Got rappers on death row
They just wanna feed their home
I got the blinding lights on me
I gotta step it back, Curry
I got my outfit looking on fleek
Gotta add another notch it’s weighing on me
I got a lotta eyes on me
They all caked in jealousy
Life I shaped it didn’t come free
Don’t see the work, just see me succeed
Written by: Ryaan Sandham
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