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Trust (feat. Eazy Mac)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Trust (feat. Eazy Mac) was released on January 31, 2019 by Versvs as a part of the album Time Will Tell
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Release DateJanuary 31, 2019
LabelVersvs
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Versvs
Versvs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matteo Barbi
Matteo Barbi
Songwriter
Mac Barett
Mac Barett
Songwriter

Lyrics

Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Can't trust these thoughts
And I can't trust these demons
Where is God and where is Jesus?
I don't see them
Maybe I can't trust them either
I trust myself, how I fuck these beats up
I trust my health, mine is up to speed
But I tried some weed, had a panic attack
Matter of fact, I probably should leave
The drugs were easy
Naturally high, go bonkers, baby
You're actors, you can win an Oscar, maybe
Aiming at you with a missile launcher
To make sure your shit doesn't come out
I hope you're constipated
Gotta slaughter the imposters
To prosper from hip-hop
Yeah, that's what the monster said
Thanos, I just gotta snap when I plot your death
I go see the head of office and off his head
Yeah, I'm the Joker, crazy
But I'm still smiling, though
Ironic how I'm killing every track
Even though my train of thought derailed a while ago
I was suicidal as a kid, let me say it as it is
Really didn't wanna live, so I don't wanna listen to the voices
What you expect?
If I did, I'd be fucking dead
So I said I can't
Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Mmm, I just stayed up 'til the morning
Popping pilly's, drinking 40's
With a shorty telling stories
Wondering when she'll get horny
Not complaining, but it's boring
And I'm sorry, but I'm lonely
Gotta go and start my touring
Left in a Bentley, painted it red green
Two hundred thousand dollars and I paid it in red greens
Went to a psychologist, but they can't assess me
Sittin' on the game and I play it like Gretzky
When I shoot, score, yeah
Cute whore, knocking on my two door
Coupe horse, eating all these rappers like a food court
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm mad now, haters pointing at me like that clown
So it's pop-pop-pop in the background
'Cause it's been fucked up since the sat down
Yeah, you, you dumb bitch, you
It's a trust issue
You tried to sketch with me
But I don't fuck with you
Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Can't fight these demons, I tried
Can't trust these thoughts in my mind
So reckless, so reckless
Written by: Mac Barett, Matteo Barbi
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