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HOLD APOLOGIES
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R&B/Soul
HOLD APOLOGIES was released on May 19, 2025 by Neverland Sound LLC as a part of the album ROUGH SEAS - EP
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Release DateMay 19, 2025
LabelNeverland Sound LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R Crawford II
R Crawford II
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R Crawford II
R Crawford II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z. Phillips
Z. Phillips
Engineer
Bandit Luce
Bandit Luce
Producer

Lyrics

Still in Carolina, killin' shit like Rae Carruth And they still ain't tryna respect it, but
That ain't nothin' new Workin' my groove I'm bustin' my moves, I'm
Doin' my one-two Do it right or it can cost you, bra went to
Court, they gave him 40, say he dished the rock like Ty Lawson
Scared of how I was livin, I was gon' end up in a coffin
I used to dream of bein' Barry Bonds, I ain't had no plans of bein' an artist
Had to figure it out, money still don't come even if you the hardest
Blew my first budget on a bitch, wish I never met her like Carl Thomas
Just some of my highs and lows Just a **** tryna make it, tryna get to
Point A to B like a honor roll Porsche 911, that's rich **** goals
My **** scrape a O out the bowl like it's Cheerios
Late night puttin' shots up at the studio Mama text my phone, I put the leftovers on the stove
Fuck **** tellin' me to let it go I can't convince them, Lord, forgive them what
They not know Disrespect was loud, all the cheers was quiet
Even for a **** like me, sometimes it was hard to digest
Hold apologies, I told them **** we'll see
Thought it was make-believe, now I gotta make em bleed
Plugged everywhere like I'm Dave The Wave,They ain't believe till I turnt up, I went
Khare Babes, flaw to my back but loyal to my face
Skated on me when the buzz slowed like it's Cascades
They gotta feel this shit Neverland Taliban come get yo membership
She tatted the brand on her, that's just how I real it get
I got the formula, **** plankton, they wanna steal this shit
Keep your sorrys, want the guala, want the bread, I want the dough, I want the whole enchilada
Make em get down on his knees, make em kiss the ring
Take the knife come from my back, across they face like Maybelline
Yeah, I remember how they played when it came to me, ****, I remember
I want them mad, I want them sick, I gotta put them in that ditch
I wanna squeeze it till it click, oh
Disrespect was loud, all the cheers quiet
Even for a **** like me, sometimes it was hard to digest
Hold apologies, I told them **** we'll see
Thought it was make-believe, now I gotta make em bleed
Written by: R Crawford II
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