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Killa Luv
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Killa Luv was released on January 12, 2024 by Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album Having Trouble Healing
January 12, 2024
LabelOpen Shift Distribution
LanguageEnglish
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Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Lyrics

I kill whoever I am, you know this one
(Medusa Got That Pressure)
(Iknow tyrek been making beats)
Say she love me, I feel like she fakin'
No more lovin', my heart for you, baby, loner
I get tired of gettin' used, I'm a goner
I just hope she can take it
Say it's real, I can't feel it, admit I've been trippin'
You know how I get when I get by my lonesome
Overthink through the night, I want you on my shit
But I'm scared you gon' sink it
They gon' have their opinions about it
I refuse to let you live without it, I'm a donor
In the sky with my ****, I said I be cursed
Can you help me break it, corner?
Who they call when a **** get plucked?
I run out of good luck, everything for the moment
I was turned to a soul, my pain never lasts
And he play, I'ma put that bitch on him
Body count got bigger, bank account on the end
Ain't gon' go through this shit, just to cope with this shit
I done passed so many, lost three of my ****
So the streets felt vacant, I'ma blow with this bitch
Before I go with this bitch, sell blocks, I visit
I don't know who to trust no more, can't love no more
Everything all wrong, but I'm 4L tough, no stains on mine
Got touched with fire, can't back down, stay strong
I'ma leave it all alone, maybe you'll see me
On the rise, start growin', homicide in my eyes
Traumatized, I know it, but I still can't cry, can't show it
Punch a face, I play my opponent
Real deep, all them other **** bogus
Tell 'em free murder man, let's taunt it
On the ground, your face, we stompin'
Hundred rounds, your face get punked
Many men, my dreams they hauntin'
Many men get killed, we stalkin'
In the cut, my creature crawlin'
Understand, you slip, whole car get killed
Everything inside, we burnin'
Word about me nothing, let me see you work
So I'ma respect you, gotta earn it
Talk about how tables turnin'
Clutchin' my iron, you eat by earnin'
Tell you to my grave, you **** won't walk
D.O.A. same night, we purgin'
Say she love me, I feel like she fakin'
No more lovin', my heart for you, baby, loner
I get tired of gettin' used, I'm a goner
I just hope she can take it
Say it's real, I can't feel it, admit I've been trippin'
You know how I get when I get by my lonesome
Overtime through the night, I want you on my shit
But I'm scared you gon' sink it
They gon' have their opinions about it
I refuse to let you live without it, I'm a donor
In the sky with my ****, I said I be cursed
Can you help me break it, corner?
Who they call when a **** get plucked?
I run out of good luck, everything for the moment
I was talkin' to her, said my pain never lasts
And he play, I'ma put that bitch on her
Written by: Braylon Wilson
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