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When its Dark
Hip-Hop/Rap
When its Dark was released on July 4, 2025 by Sleepy da hitman as a part of the album SEVEN
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AlbumSEVEN
Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelSleepy da hitman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Jerome Allen
Edward Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
its seven
its seven
Producer
Frank Brown
Frank Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When it's dark outside, you gotta open your eyes
Know how to cut ties when they not your guys No tellin' how **** feel when they're buried
Inside They put him to the test, tell him you broke
Eyes, how they fly So why should I waste my time again
You showed me who you was once, can't show me again
Once that back door closed, this week can't let you in
Can't be fuckin' with you **** that be fakin
When it's dark outside, you gotta open your eyes
Know how to cut ties when they not your guys No tellin' how **** feel when they're buried
Inside They put him to the test, tell him you broke
Eyes, how they fly So why should I waste my time again
You showed me who you was once, can't show me again
Once that back door closed, this week can't let you in
Can't be fuckin' with you **** that be fakin, pretendin
I was off of them percocets, my mind, it was cloudin
If I ever told you that I love you, I was lyin
I stick through the flakin, these 2020s don't be lyin
**** say they got you, tryna fit in, they be tryin
Money ain't gon' buy you **** around me
Gotta be a solid lawyer, ****, that gon' slump when swingin' with me
Not no rap **** that talk about all that murder shit and they ain't never kill
Not no fake **** that stay, stand on vendors and they ain't never drill
I pop up and I pop out with that chop in my hand
Word to momma, **** try me, they gon' die where they stand
Get back watchin' how these **** just be cappin' on the ground
All that flashin, how my **** come and jack you and your man
Blow your flames out, you ain't that **** that you talk about
Bein' overconfident, it get you and your **** blown out
Go make me put that mask down, pop up and put belt to ass
Real **** swervin' lane to lane, you know I'm bout to crash
I know some **** do what they did and I won't tell about it
I seen a lot of things go down in them public houses
Wanna prove your loyalty with me, then bitch, go catch a body
Fuck all of that talkin' bout what you did and we ain't seen about it
I don't give a fuck bout what you did and what you used to do
I don't wanna hear no stories where you live and how you used to move
Quit bringin' up your past, I don't give a fuck, that shit irrelevant
Bringin' it to me is like insult to my intelligence
My heart is bulletproof, don't show no love to you ****
Get friends, turn rivals, some become your killer
So you know my trust is limit, heart broken into pieces
Left me sour as a lemon, yeah
So it's fuck y'all ****
I mean it's fuck y'all ****, yeah
It's fuck y'all ****, these bitches ain't the same
So it's fuck y'all bitches, yeah
Written by: Edward Jerome Allen
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