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A VOID
Hip-Hop/Rap
A VOID 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
BPM72

Credits

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

Lyrics

Paranoid, man I'm paranoid
Goddamn, I get jumpy when I make a noise
Can't avoid
Mad paranoid
Get annoyed easily motherfucker I'm paranoid
On edge very quick, with a scary chick
Way you bugging you might hit me used to parry hits
Every other sentence often varying so I'm wearing this, grabbing the glove, on my Gary shit
I'm defending what I got, can't afford to slip
This bitch got me feeling watched, and it's more than slick
She might go blow up my spot, my performance sick
Cuz I'm still hitting big shots, Robert Horry swish
Never trust a hoe
They just want some lines to quote and fuck you for the dough, nice dinners and designer clothes
Shit I don't know
Heard that on the TV
Then experienced it first hand, and please believe me
That you easily deceived, when she leave you bleeding
Drier than the fucking autumn leaves, changing with the seasons
Branching out, for some selfish reasons
I been looking for the root of greed never sleeping
Paranoid, man I'm paranoid
Goddamn, I get jumpy when I make a noise
Bare the void (void)
Mad paranoid
Get annoyed easily motherfucker I'm paranoid
When I'm out, feel a cloud, there go my parade
Still up in my drought, rain is loud, hope I find a way
I'm all surrounded by doubt, who am I to say anything about the right way, when I got the shakes
Say
Who the fuck am I anyway
Just a number on the board, been a cast away
No will son, ain't relax in days, wanna feel some
Real ones, know the dark cave, that I spit from
Filled up, like a shark cage, way I spill blood
Built up so much rage, like commission
Dime a dozen with thoughts, not much to pick from
Brain saw raw material, in my sip cup
Watered down wheat minerals, when I spit yuck
New gas grade medicinal, way I lift up
Always go against the grain, got me mixed up
Stealing my heart but you the victim
Stealing my heart but you the victim victim
Written by: William Fiore
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