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O.G. Soul & B. Griff

Halos

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Alternative Rap

Halos was released on October 25, 2024 by Zabulon Publishing as a part of the album Halos - Single

Song Details

AlbumHalos - Single

Release DateOctober 25, 2024

LabelZabulon Publishing

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

O.G. Soul

Drums

B. Griff

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jacob Jones

Composer

Brett Griffin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jacob Jones

Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1:

Uh, wish it was like this ‘fore the money came

School of hard knocks, it ain’t a problem

Boy, we studied rain

Quite a feel to wake to the news and see yo brother slain

Hit her line, like, “Baby, what’s the deal?

You know I’m done with games.”

They killed his homie, he can’t even drink

That boy was underage

Turn to God, the spirit, or to Ja

He standing under sage

He stuck in rage, he search for that blue truck for like a hundred days

You catch him, Boom!

Stand over the corpse, “this for my brother…”

Bang!

I thought about you as I wrote this rap

I can’t even lie

Can’t fault you if you see the world through evil eyes

His soul, it bethe prize (mm)

We collect, and, then, we lay low

Go where his queen b, like, baby, let me see that halo

I left the town

I can’t even fault her if she mess around

**** turned her back, and, ****

You was tryna settle down

Young **** had the fiends tryna find dope

In the trenches, no, this ain’t the place to try to find hope

***

Verse 2:

She always came through in the clutch

It was comforting

For real, ‘specially when she had enough of him

Somethin’ slim

Avoid her eyes, turn her to the side

And, then, I bust again

Round three, I see her naked ass and catch another wind

Barely close, girl, we going raw

Ain’t moving very slow

You tell me how you think that we should move all while we fairly throwed

And, honestly, I couldn’ta said it any better

But, that promise getting harder with the more I get you wetter

You been hurt, so you just wanna keep it casual

And, you don’t let whoever in your vaginal

So, this real

This still feel like we under heat, just like it’s distilled

No time for love, you ask what’s on my mind

I tell you it’s mills, it’s bills

Depending on how you view life is how you take that

You wanna fall, but don’t want me to take your heart and break that (mm)

You see me going for my goals and it’s inspiring

But, when it come to love, you not sure you wanna try again

***

Verse 3:

Still, I’m sleeping with this Glock

****, don’t ask me why

I can’t let days of life just go and pass me by

Blast the nine as demons come

I will burn in hell before you see me run

Scrape the plate, we knew no other way

Boy, we wa eating crumbs

Eat up, pass it, we up plastic

For another plate, we’d probably beat up Cassius

She staring in my face with them beat up lashes

Teary-eyed, wondering if we gone last this

As we unmasked this, truth, amazingly

Don’t be surprised, know I hold on to everything you say to me, said to me

I remember you had said you dead to me

The nights in that hotel, oh, babygirl

That was like bread to me

That Jesus fed

You gave that head to me, and then you head to school

It get to me, thinking you might be the one I wed at least

A grand song, really

Real love, that’s something I just hope to get my hands on

Written by: Brett Griffin, Jacob Jones

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