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Drop The Gun
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Drop The Gun was released on January 3, 2025 by FEIVEL SPEAKS as a part of the album Feivel Speaks (Deluxe)
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Release DateJanuary 3, 2025
LabelFEIVEL SPEAKS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Phillip Rome
John Phillip Rome
Songwriter

Lyrics

Drop the gun like you mean it
Drop illusions like you ain't seen em
Got confused but it's cool you clean up good
Don't do it cause you think you should
But how the hell do I hear my heart?
Stop and listen just feel your spark
Stop and witness your karmic dart
Between the eyes that you pulled apart
No explaining no need for rumination
Time is wasted or time can be the payment
Give it back cause it was always rented
Give it back because the movie's tempting
I could relapse a million times
But the key to Love is inside my mind still
Body bends to each vibe I feel
It's me I push the samsaric wheel
I could keep on giving context
Or I could settle in the process
I can vent to my pages
Or I can dream of new phases like
I'll walk and work out 5 days a week
I'll cook some meals and let go of sweets
I'll watch the sunrise, sit still in peace
I'll trust the inside not what was seen
Maybe it's the separated parts
That've really been sabotaging every thing that I make
I feel like I probably need more trust
And I need more guts and I need more love
And my life's at stake
F*ck me how do I approach that list?
Must be that I really lost my wits
Must be that I once really got beat
And I'm still sitting there inside that wish
My feet smack the pavement
Huffing and puffing while I run that mile
Tryna make it to the station
Before my phone dies gotta find out
How my dad's doin
Think about the fact that I might lose him
One day so today I don't waste this moment
I see this is what they meant by my Dharma
Simple and small it's clear I follow
Hadn't run in weeks but this got me on my feet
Something to support the wobbly part of my seat
Something to support the suffering in the dream
Something to provide me with purpose in the heat
Disease at the wrong time can be real dangerous
I don't wanna face it while my life's still aimless
I don't want my parents taking care of me at thirty
Shame I'm keeping bottled and pretending I'm not broke
Hide behind a role
Hide behind a giant goal
Avoid the dirty dishes so I never it let it go
Avoid the criticism I imagine on my own
Taking care of me is still a journey that I'm on
How can I provide when I'm focused on surviving?
Will I look inside like I did when I was wiser?
Regret'll multiply as I'm betting on the future
I should've wrote this sooner
Written by: John Phillip Rome
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