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Subtracin'
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Subtracin' was released on April 17, 2020 by John TR3 Pritchett as a part of the album Built In A Day
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Release DateApril 17, 2020
LabelJohn TR3 Pritchett
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John TR3 Pritchett
John TR3 Pritchett
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John TR3 Pritchett
John TR3 Pritchett
Songwriter
John Calvin Pritchett
John Calvin Pritchett
Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Mind gone weed blown time keep subtracting
Checks spent can't slip but I keep relapsing
Money spending my religion tryna kick the habit
But it seems to be the only way that I can grab shit
Puff puff pass it, tough luck bad kid
Fell back on my promises I guess I'm really dad's kid
Get my check from PacSun, exit with a back flip
Disappear with all my peers and reappear with bags
And make that money disappear into thin air like magic
If he hungry and he asking for dinner they laughing
So I put my problems on the surface to the masses
All my **** passive, so they likely to gas shit
But nobody blowing 'cause they nobody can match this
Head into my battlefield with improvising tactics
Everybody tryna get to three, that's a hat trick
But shit ain't been the same since that acid
It's like one, two, three, four, all in place, all in place
We fall we go all the way, lord it's crazy
One, two, three, four, all in place, all in place
We fall we go all the way, lord it's crazy
Just another adolescent hoping God would add a lesson
Learning from your past and present cause your future mad depressing
And the addys on the counter tryna count how much frequently
Funny I swallow it but it's eating me
Secretly I'm not an artist from the nineties
I'm an poet from the thirties escaping time in confinement
Coincidentally they saying the time I aligned in
Making me the perfect candidate for what the cops is finding
Black boy, ripped jeans, optimistic
Never let 'em know you got a pot to piss in
My momma tell me her bills due, what I gotta chip in
They saying money helping the mission but alot is missing
Fuck, guess I should've took my God pops route
Zip Zip two bricks twenty-twenty he'll be out
Told me God is the one I should believe in
But honestly it's hard for me to
Say I can't believe him, oh sweet Jesus
It's like one, two, three, four, all in place, all in place
We fall we go all the way, lord it's crazy
One, two, three, four, all in place, all in place
We fall we go all the way, lord it's crazy
Written by: John Calvin Pritchett, John TR3 Pritchett
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