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Vomit
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vomit was released on August 23, 2024 by Die Young as a part of the album Vomit - Single
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Release DateAugust 23, 2024
LabelDie Young
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Feel the world move slow in the back of the Cadillac
Think I had a heart attack
Coulda been the drugs maybe somethin' in the bud
Maybe somethin' in the $now
Bitches with a little love but they got a lotta blow
Pass around doin' lines off the shawty's iPhone
Eye dilate, "Die Young" reppin' on the road
I got too much in my head to know what's in my nose
If a hater want' be bled then pull up to a show
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe
I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit
*at this point I'm to tired to even try to sleep*
*my doctor gave me meds and I flushed them straight down the toilet*
*I don't even know what psychotic means*
*that don't sound like a real thing if you ask me*
*all I need is an AK to cuddle me to sleep*
*I have been informed that*
*$now has fallen into eternal rest after sending me this beat*
*RIP bro*
Going to sleep with a gun to my head
They pullin' up I shoot first
Who you think you fuckin' with
I roll 'round in that hearse
Yeah I get that crazy brain and for that I got a nurse
911 on speed dial they call me up to flirt
Demons in my bed
Some call 'em a curse
I call 'em the baddest bitches of the under earth
With no reason for leavin' until the second I ain't breathin'
Making fire for the cash and I got money to burn
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe
I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit
*naaah, who was the one who said that I died?*
*fuck you mane*
Written by: Jonathan Legolas Andersen, Reittu Raatikainen, Robert Gilmour
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