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Seeing Visions
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Seeing Visions was released on May 20, 2022 by Real Bad Man Records as a part of the album Killing Nothing
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Release DateMay 20, 2022
LabelReal Bad Man Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Performer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Lyrics, Composer
Adam Weissman
Adam Weissman
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Producer

Lyrics

Intro (Boldy James)
Where we at?
Verse 1 (Boldy James)
Fully paid Cabana, bust down forty twos
Did my thing at Guiliana's, should have went to boarding school
Cause I moved to Oregon, channel checking for the news
Touch my keys, tune a piano, I could make an organ move
Still double thumb on that deuce, put a seven on it
Thought that this was that, buthtis thst shit that **** never wanted
Me and Chuck cutted with those gang members you run behind
Closest thing I got to brothers when it come to mine
Me and Shaw gonna kill for one another, that's just how we rock
Drop a scale with this mopstick, get you mollywhopped
Repping Hill block, and Six Mob
Cuzzo from the clear
Grew up in the concrete jungle gym
Real mafia, what else
**** know whats up with them
Hokum block back to Mclair, they know not to fuck with him
Smoked a couple **** boots, thats the thing about little mooch
I'm like Damian Liilard, cause **** is quick to shoot
Chorus 2 (Boldy James)
I'm just trying to catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks, I'm seeing visions
Im seeing visions
I'm just trying to catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks, I'm seeing visions
Im seeing visions
Verse 2 (Boldy James)
We just dogshit, real slumdog millionaire
Came up on warrants, from influence off of Belvedere
Went to Chandler elementary first thru fourth grade
Low cut fade, black suede, number four Jays
All white got these whores want to suck me dry
Rich kin, forty pointers covering my eyes
Cooking up a pot while those ghetto birds hover in the sky
I been hustling and thuggin' all my life
On the mob, my block thru a couple hundred in the night
They try to green light us, we gonna run a red light
And park it in your shit, hock a loogie with the Carbine
Let it rip
Glicko with the switch leave a **** carcass with the stitch
From Van Dyke and Harper to the Six
This shit on the floo', like their ain't no carpet in this bitch
Sorry I was trappin', me and Francoise we legit
Aaron Rodgers, I don't need no shoulder harness for the strip
Chorus 2 (Boldy James)
I'm just trying to catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks, I'm seeing visions
Im seeing visions
I'm just trying to catch a rhythm
Tripping off of these trippy snacks, I'm seeing visions
Im seeing visions
Written by: Adam Weissman, James Clay Jones III
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