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Stuck
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stuck was released on July 23, 2025 by 2693035 Records DK as a part of the album The Russo Tape
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Release DateJuly 23, 2025
Label2693035 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quaid Pearce
Quaid Pearce
Rap
Edwardo Russo
Edwardo Russo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quaid Pearce
Quaid Pearce
Songwriter
Edwardo Russo
Edwardo Russo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Petridis
Steven Petridis
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
Life getting harder and harder
Shit went south
And lost my ways
Up shits creek baked
An minimal wage, not salary pay
Attitude boss hates
But
I roll thru the day
That's great
Great
Is it a 9-5
No damn way
Waste my time and life
Doesn't even matter what I say
I just walk with the salves
The system is rigged
Open your eyes
Your smothered with shit
Feeding you lies
Your slaughtered likes pig
Step outta line
They threaten your kids
They show evil signs
Just peak thru the blinds
There not hard to find
The demons within
Just look at the eyes
Reptilian skin
The scales will shine
If you wanna be somebody
If you wanna somewhere
Then you better wake up and pay attention
Cause the truth will show what's out there
Don't be afraid of the wind
Don't be afraid of the storm
You're the maker within
You're the purist of all
If I wanna get to top
Gotta sell my soul my soul for a lot
Cars and house and big nice watch
Sparkled and doused in a nice clean cloth
All shits fake when you mentality clocked
They don't wanna see us win
They just wanna see us fall
They just wanna see where we end
With our hands cuffed
Throat strangled down to the floor
Guess this is war
Yeah
Guess this is war
But all at what coast
Who are we doing it for?
I couldn't imagine a thought
Couldn't fathom it all
Is it magic or is it Raw
I ain't a puppet with strings
Im just muppet that sings
I am nothing that you couldn't imagine to be
You couldn't even walk a mile in my street
Without somebody criticising whatever you're wearing this week
Or judging by the hand me down kicks on ya feet
But I just let the critics keep it discreet
There empty words ain't got no meaning to me
Literally no one meaner then me
My demean-a is me
So imma go ghost
They hate us the most
Not cause where smart, but because we are woke
And we all know where the money river flows
So Im just counting blesses, not many left
So I gotta ask questions, I've been programmed to death
Now I don't have reception
Never looking back, so tell em what's truth quid essence
Ill pave the way that's brick by brick
Alotta them tryna ride my dick
Alotta them claim but don't do shit
They all want the fame I'm tryna get rich
Been pushed to the edge been put through shit
Came from a place they smoke that pip
I got half a pound left I'm gon flip
Just dropped a rack on movie clip
And I'll make it back in a month, that's it
Running this shit like my ASICS
I'm tryna get coin build my assets
I'll get in your head that's mind tactics
From a broken home that can't be fixed
Born to win the odds are fixed
I'm tryna figure out which pill is which
Then Im gone escape this whole matrix
I'm doing the most they don't do nada
Coming full circle panorama
Coming right back like all this karma
Planting seeds so call me farmer
I've been low key avoiding drama
Tryna flip all this marijuana
Swear my whole life has been a saga
Tryna get big like tame impala
Lotta them rap but I go harder
Lotta them par but I'll go farther
I'm bout to drop Australian Carter
But I'll produce compose and cart it
Independent contending artist
Born to get rich and that's regardless
They think they go hard but I go hardest
I aim for the stars and hit the targets
Follow no laws cause I'm the leader
Run the cash up just like a sneaker
They fast to point out spots like cheetahs
I'm moving kms they move metres
I'm moving QPs they just smoke em
Got to stay sober so I'm focused
No time to waste live every moment
They missed a piece I'm the component
Written by: Edwardo Russo, Quaid Pearce
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