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Wrong Way
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrong Way was released on October 17, 2024 by 6188103 Records DK as a part of the album Lavender
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Release DateOctober 17, 2024
Label6188103 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Gregory Soueid
Matthew Gregory Soueid
Songwriter

Lyrics

He knew the world would not be the same
Feel like I'm the one to blame
I did not cause all your pain
This shit hits, I got the aim
Mixtape 1, it's not the same
Now we're lit, not fucking tame
Feel like Travis, I'm La Flame
Like ten shots up to your brain
I was stupid, gone insane
I feel different this year, last year went the wrong way
Feel like I should really believe that fucking I've changed
I keep telling myself that, yeah, that shit that I say
But what you talking 'bout, lil bitch? Nah, this ain't Camp 8
I'm sick of these stupid bitches, hit my shit like back the fuck up
Yeah, I got the fucking pit, now, bitch, you get the fuck up
Ayy, you stupid, lil bitch, you better get your luck up
I pull up, got a semi-automatic—get the fuck, get the fuck out of here
Me, I be pushing out; I weathered all fear
Think I'm fucking selling out? I got the real keys
Rocking on the set right now; I'm in the 6th gear
I pull up, then I skrrt off, 'cause you know this shit
This shit hits, I got all the flex
And you know you call me next—what?
I did all the same, doing pillies off the dresser
I could never teach that; the blow is not the next up
Feel like I'm the one to blame
I did not cause all your pain
This shit hits, I got the aim (This shit hits)
Mixtape 1, it's not the same (Feel like Travis)
Now we're lit, not fucking tame (Tame)
Feel like Travis, I'm La Flame (I'm La Flame)
Like ten shots up to your brain (To your brain)
I was stupid, gone insane (Gone insane)
I feel different this year; last year went the wrong way (Wrong way, wrong way)
Feel like I should really believe that I've fucking changed (I've changed, I've changed)
I keep telling myself that, yeah, the shit that I say (What!)
But what you talking 'bout, lil bitch? Nah, this ain't Camp 8 (What!)
Nah, this ain't Camp 8
I pull out the fucking crib; you better be late
I'm rocking with the fucking tint—you know that I make
A hundred million dollars in one motherfucking day
I make this shit stop balling, never—hit the fadeaway
I know that I never take a fucking break
Pull up to the crib; I'm really smoking, no mistake
I hit all the licks; know that I will not be late
Rocking with this shit, and then we ball out on a date
Know that this shit's fucking on my mind
I've been in my head, posted up, I'm on the 'Gram
I'ma fly away, I'll fly away like Peter Pan
I'ma give 'em all the sweets—feel like I'm Candyman (Oh)
Rock out, then I'm faded
In the sky, I'm super jaded
Run it back, bitch, then I'll make it
I will never make it, I will never make it
Feel like I'm the one to blame
I did not cause all your pain
This shit hits, I got the aim (This shit hits)
Mixtape 1, it's not the same (Feel like Travis)
Now we're lit, not fucking tame (Tame)
Feel like Travis, I'm La Flame (I'm La Flame)
Like ten shots up to your brain (To your brain)
I was stupid, gone insane (Gone insane)
I feel different this year; last year went the wrong way (Wrong way, wrong way)
Feel like I should really believe that I've fucking changed (I've changed, I've changed)
I keep telling myself that, yeah, the shit that I say (What!)
But what you talking 'bout, lil bitch? Nah, this ain't Camp 8 (What!)
But what you talking 'bout, lil bitch? Nah, this ain't Camp 8
But what you talking 'bout, lil bitch? Nah, this ain't Camp 8
I pull up to the studio, and I don't be late
I pull up, do it all again, I ball out—fadeaway
I ball out—fadeaway
What!
I ball out—fadeaway
What!
I ball out—fadeaway
No!
I ball out—fadeaway
What! Ya!
Written by: Matthew Gregory Soueid
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