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NIGHTMARES
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Hip-Hop/Rap
NIGHTMARES was released on March 28, 2025 by Bench Mob Records as a part of the album FEELING ODD EMOTIONS
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Release DateMarch 28, 2025
LabelBench Mob Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiorious
Fiorious
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Fiore
William Fiore
Songwriter
Thomas Mahon
Thomas Mahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
StutterGod
StutterGod
Producer

Lyrics

Someone wake me up
Nightmares got me jumping off the bed frame
Said it's such a shame not much to blame but all the death and rage
Inescapable, in your face
In a way you can't explain
And it keeps you up at night you better pray
We bend we don't break
Pretend I'm so great
I sense an old flame so close to my domain
It burns a hole straight through hearts and cultivates
Into soldier faced cold blooded souls off the novacane
Steady been a chain smoking vulture full of growing pains
Usually devoted feeling hope, but I'm slow to change
Scope in range, took a shot to cope, now I'm blowing change
More intake and pouring, normal ownership with Norman Bates (uh)
But you gotta chase a Foreman rate
Claim a royal taste but you buying whores to fornicate
Barely even can afford your place
Man I'm floored, lock the door just another normal day (and it goes)
I get my ass kicked by 10 crack addicts hailing all from Mastic
I'm hammered off a half bottle of jack
Get the cash as I get my bag up, I'm in a panic
For what's about to happen right before I kick the hat trick
I get messy when I'm snapping like Thanos
World domination is the plan but it's shadowed
By stupid assholes who stay planted in their rat holes
Corroding my brain, need to activate my anodes
Dealing with some children in the body of an adult
Screaming in my face shoving at me what you mad for?
Shit is kinda sad
I was feeling bad bro
Toying with my mental state they take me for a hasbro
Fuck that, I cracked a dudes clavicle
I hit the fucking shit outta his bigass like the nationals
Bryce Harper type of rational
Been an animal
But I flipped to bat shit crazy when it mattered most
Chatter slow bruised and battered like a bat in clothes
Gathering my scattered thoughts across the blackened road
At the most, I get plastered when I'm sipping on the yak and coke
Manic I suppose, that's the reason I went static ghost
Written by: Thomas Mahon, William Fiore
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