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Bethune Cookman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bethune Cookman was released on April 4, 2025 by The Lyteweight Family LLC as a part of the album Late Bloomer - EP
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
LabelThe Lyteweight Family LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mogulz
Mogulz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Alexander Hughley
Christian Alexander Hughley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyteweight CEO
Lyteweight CEO
Producer

Lyrics

Lately I been reflecting on my early 20's,
Them college days in dormitories fucking pretty women.
5 years in Florida made me a man I'm proud to admit it.
Was 19 when I stepped foot on campus, pay attention.
This the beginning.
2015 I had a vision,
Practice,
Go to my room,
Hit them books,
That was everyday.
Before I filled my nights with good music and Ms. Mary Jane,
I was on scholarship for football, Christian is my name.
Tall **** so I stand out when I'm walking to classes,
Florida women smell like heaven, sundress full of them asses.
You got Kappas, Alphas, Sigmas, Q's,
You got Deltas, Zetas, Poodles, Oohhh, ha ha ha ha.
Freshman year I met the devil in a sundress,
Tall darkskin, a lil ass with some big breasts.
I was so focused on running sprints and the bench press,
That I didn't notice shawty was distant, she losing interest.
I heard it from her own mouth she fucked a ****, did me wrong,
Hurt turned to anger, then that anger made my heart cold.
Lost myself for years, I fucked her friends when she went back home.
So shawty, I admit it,
We even now,
I just never told.
Fast forward 2018,
Thought I met the love of my life, I had my heart on my sleeve,
Even had thoughts of a ring,
But I admit I didn't offer much,
Wasn't all on my feet.
You taught me more than you think,
Like love yourself king, don't let her talk to you like you weak.
Like love yourself king, you worth much more than you think.
Like love yourself king, go to therapy instead of them sheets,
With them freaks.
Thinking back, your ex man couldn't compete and that's a fact though,
I'm on the west coast living life, smoking on pre-rolls.
Heard that boy put his hands on his wife, yeah he a sicko.
But enough of that, we back to the story,
Of fucking pretty women in my college dormitory.
Fast forward to 2019, the year of the glory,
Greg and Fred let me stay at the crib,
Solid ****.
Even hooked me up with furniture deals, Allah was with me.
Moved off campus, stacking cheddar, my bills was kinda hefty.
It was nights wasn't shit in the fridge, my stomach empty.
Too prideful to admit I crashed out, my mind was heavy.
Popping pills to fight anxiety, that shit was kinda scary.
My grandma knew my struggles, brung me peace, she kept me steady.
She helped me when I needed help, my momma never left me.
I left and never said a word, so shawty, please forgive me.
2020, Covid year, the world was kinda scary,
It's the lyteweight family.
Written by: Christian Alexander Hughley
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