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MIME
Hip-Hop/Rap
MIME was released on December 27, 2024 by Jerakaii as a part of the album III
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AlbumIII
Release DateDecember 27, 2024
LabelJerakaii
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Palacios
William Palacios
Songwriter

Lyrics

(22)
Damn I can't think, baby tell me what's on your mind (What's on your mind?)
Damn I can't blink, Damn I can't blink, baby I'm fine (Baby, I'm fine)
I'm in the streets, clutchin' my heat, clutchin' my nine (Clutchin' my nine)
**** you stink, run up on me, better not whine (Better not whine)
Baby, I'm losin' you, baby I'm losin' my God damn mind (My God damn mind)
And I'm eating at Ruth's Chris, bitch I go stupid, all the God damn time (All the God damn time)
Baby, give me a chance, then maybe I'll do it, I God damn might (I just God damn might)
And the bitch never do shit, she never talk, like a God damn mime (Like a God damn mime)
She bitin' on me like piranha, cover her all up in designer
She rockin' the Gucci, she rockin' the Prada, and she party too hard, 'cus she straight outta' college
Remember back then, when I ain't have a dollar, now these bitches see me and they think I'ma baller
Missin' the talks of just me and my father, I feel like the thought of him keep gettin' farther, ooh
Feel like a **** just been outta' reach
Mama, I'm sorry I got into the bean, Mama, I'm sorry I turned into a fiend
Mama, I'm sorry that you don't believe me, but I know that my Mama always gon' believe in me
Mama, I'm sorry I'm always deceiving, and thank you for everything that you been teachin' me, ooh
But I feel like them **** is startin' to doubt
Feel like my **** not ever around, feel like my Mama is finally proud
Don't feel like talkin' I won't make a sound, feel like I'm Whitney, I pray I don't drown
I feel like I'm losin, I just wanna' frown, ooh
Babe, I can't think, baby tell me what's on your mind (What's on your mind?)
Damn I can't blink, babe I can't blink, baby I'm fine (Baby, I'm fine)
I'm in the streets, clutchin' my heat, clutchin' my nine (Clutchin' my nine)
**** you stink, run up on me, better not whine (Better not whine)
Baby, I'm losin' you, baby I'm losin' my God damn mind (My God damn mind)
And I'm eating at Ruth's Chris, bitch I go stupid, all the God damn time (The God damn time)
Baby, give me a chance, then maybe I'll do it, I God damn might (I just God damn might)
And the bitch never do shit, she never talk, like a God damn mime
Written by: William Palacios
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