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August Heat
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August Heat was released on February 13, 2025 by 4678281 Records DK as a part of the album Ephemeral
February 13, 2025
Label4678281 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yea I know it's fucking coming
I call it August heat
I know it's fucking coming
I call it August heat
I got mad quick and then I got
So low again It's been that way
Since I was smoking out of fucking soda cans and ketchup bottles
Bitches on the phone they
Never wrote a plan
Leaching off a man
Giving head inside their
Mommas van I never
Had that type of luck
Ain't that good karma?
Sike life ain't bringing you shit
Brought you some more trauma
Getting mad at him
For selling his soul
That's insulting me
Cuz I'm about to join him
Myself these thoughts keep
Haunting me
I'm getting sick of your shit
Lord it's confusing me
I never had no one
Not you? her, you ain't listening
On the low it is sickening
I went low now she sprinkling
All the things that you didn't mean
Changing out when I'm glistening yea
Bitch
I got sad quick and then
I got so high again
Went to write a song
How many songs
Before I'm down again
Went to love a bitch
How many bitches
For you feel like man
How many bitches on your dick
Before you love again
On channels
Like it's 06 a killer, double 07
I wasnt born
With no stick, 05, came down from heaven
A hive, allergic, excedren
A smile cracking a beverage
You wild throat you be heading
Last time kicking the lesson I'm gone
Pick apart my heart
And throw away
And now I'm lost
Tell me all them secrets
That you kept I'm feeling numb
Ain't saying I'm the best
Bitch are you jealous or
You're dumb
Always at the top
They thought my name
Was number one
Always at the top
They thought my name
Was number one
I'm entitled to this shit
Bitch I take it as it comes
24 was my best year
All I did was hand them crums
Now it's time to have some fun
Really show yall who has won
Quit your talking I ain't done
Yall was yapping now you run
Its love MAC, I ain't really leave
But little bitch I am back
I ain't really leave but
Look
I'm here to snatch the game
Fuck the fame
Who wants those chains
I ain't been the same
Life is pain and
The beats to blame
That's how I kill it
Mentality illest love it when it rains
I go and spit the fucking fortune
Right back in your face
I never needed this
Creeping on my sleeping hits
Coping bout my greatest shit
And later stuff they feigning it
Spitting fire you must
Be getting snuffed
Before you say that shit
And Not being able to talk
Your shit I can't relate to it
Agents on a plane
Coming to sign me
Before I wake again and
Smack them in the face
For not signing when I was tyche
Damn I never gave a fuck as kid
Ain't starting now
I got a pole for you to climb
Once you decide
To shut your mouth
I've been that man
You just fronting on the money
And the plans
I never needed bands
Just to tell me who I am
They some losers
And their songs are the evidence
Ban their pen I don't wanna
Hear another song come out again
Huh, I don't wanna hear
Another song come out again
Pussy
Written by: Matthew Alan Cowett, Pablo Ray
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