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Patterns
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Patterns was released on April 12, 2024 by 2CNF Records as a part of the album Patterns - Single
April 12, 2024
Label2CNF Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM65
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah
Get this shit off my chest man
Shoutout to my **** Tone
Huh, too much respect for **** like me
Bountiful fountain of money indeed
Shower me plenty with pussy and weed
Don't do it for ****, she do it for me
Stressing me plenty, I love her too much
Can't let her go like a song in the vault
My suit got it tailored real swiftly, she tell me she miss me, but really I'm shaking it off
Don't matter the cost, I'm throwing it up
Way too committed, I'm falling in love
With money and power, don't need the respect
From **** who fronting but don't got my back
Fasho, I need to get in my bag
I'm broke, nah man I'm hiding the stash
I know, **** be going out sad
I promise my momma I'm better relax
For real, **** don't know me at all
Come here, girl gimmie dat Niagara Falls
I feel, like I should be someone you call when you need somebody to get yo shit off
I know, life get as hard as I do
I'm joking, I love conversations with dukes
She tell me, ain't no **** out rapping you
She biased, but she might me telling the truth
I see the patterns, yeah
I seen them **** embarrass they self
I seen the energy flowing is cancerous
I can attest, my **** need help
I see the people you calling yo family wanting to end you, I know how it feel
**** beside you be plotting to rob you once you get accomplishments under yo belt
I know a **** that's crying in prison cause he can't believe his little brother got killed
I know a woman who's raising some hoodlums that's stressing bout how she gon pay all the bills
I know a father who spend all his money on bitches but ain't taking care of his kids
I know a preacher who's teaches the wisdom but recently lost any reason to live
I know somebody who walk like a zombie cause he don't got nothing to eat and roll 'round a cart
I knew a brother who lived with his mother and sister, no house, they slept in the car
I know myself, ain't ask for no help, for half of my life, I lived in the dark
I knew a lady, used to be my baby, regret my decisions, we had a lil spark
Might sound a bit crazy, hardly ever phased, I cried every night, listening to that song
Now I'm on the road, ain't been here too long, I promise I'm not taking shit to the heart
I'd rather take to the grave, I vent to this page, not hoping that it'll get far
My faith is in god, he holding the deck, I'm spinning in circles while playing my cards
She no longer want me, it's evident, so I've been healing through time, I wish that we wasn't apart
I wish that I wasn't alive sometimes, the feeling of feeling bizarre
I see a pattern where shit don't get better cause everyone worried 'bout who moving smart
I see a pattern run over and over, I'm keeping it humble cause life goes on, life goes on fasho
Yeah
I see a pattern cause life goes on fasho
Written by: Antonio Jamarius Adams-Davis
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