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Romance Kills
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Romance Kills was released on November 26, 2024 by Saint7 as a part of the album Keep Going Secarrio
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Release DateNovember 26, 2024
LabelSaint7
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellius Posey
Marcellius Posey
Songwriter

Lyrics

I got drank up in my system, I ain't gone lie I don't even like it
My twin riding with his mask, he catch a opp, and he gone strike
Waterpark a **** block, come through that bitch and we gone slide
I done smoked too many blunts my **** I'm so fuc-
I done smoked too many blunts my **** I'm so fucking high
They keep capping like they love me, I don't even know why I try
She gone miss me when I'm gone
She better hope that I don't die
Every saint gone spread they wings, look to the sky and then I fly
I been hurt too many times, I swear my heart so fucking heavy
I told twin to up his fye, and aim that bitch and hold it steady
I don't even want no love, I swear to god I'm not even ready
I didn't even pick up the phone, I'm off the percs it got me petty
Bitch I'm chilling, I'm just cooling at the one way with the members
Everybody turned they back, but it's okay I'm gone remember
I'm a king like Simba, try to run get hit up
My heart feel so split up, head tap, that boy should've ducked
If I don't make it tell my mama that I love her (hell yeah)
In that old school, I might ride round in that Cutlass (hell yeah)
Everything going wrong, I'm like fuck it
I told bro that I just scored a pint of Tris
Yeah that's a bucket
7.62 get to flying, turn that afro to a mullet
Sum' ain't right and I can feel it in my gut
Gotta head back to the stu' girl I just came to get my nut
Like peroxide, he just seen us jumping out that cut
I'm a young ****, but I'm tryna ball like D-Rose
My lil bro gone hit the trap, and beat the block like Ed Barboza
She don't fuck with me for real, it broke my heart I had to notice
Work the backseat in a Ford, hop in that bitch I gotta Focus
Snaked yo potna' for some profit
You know damn well that you bogus
I can't kick it with these ****, at any moment they do hoe shit
Why he keep talm' bout a fye?
I know damn well that he ain't gone blow shit
He aint never been round the guys
So why he acting like he know me?
This drank got me overthinking, it feel like my brain is exploding
If I make it out the hood, I swear to god I need a trophy
I say fuck the romance, I just need a hunnid' thousand
Why he trim on a slut? That bitch ain't nun for a thousand
Put my phone on DND, been in the stu' a couple hours
BackbackBoyz so fucking loud, man I'm gone need a couple showers
When I die come to my grave, can you just bring a couple flowers?
She don't think that I'm a goat, I told that bitch that she on powder
I got drank up in my system, I ain't gone lie I don't even like it
My twin riding with his mask, he catch a opp, and he gone strike
Waterpark a **** block, come through that bitch and we gone slide
I done smoked too many blunts my **** I'm so fuc-
I done smoked too many blunts my **** I'm so fucking high
They keep capping like they love me, I don't even know why I try
She gone miss me when I'm gone
She better hope that I don't die
Every saint gone spread they wings, look to the sky and then I fly
Written by: Marcellius Posey
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