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Thoughts
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Thoughts was released on December 19, 2020 by Blake Stenson as a part of the album Thoughts - Single
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Release DateDecember 19, 2020
LabelBlake Stenson
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Stenson
Blake Stenson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Stenson
Blake Stenson
Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Locked in a battle with lower self
Sprinkle marijuana with grabba, that always help
Different type of rhymer, they couldn’t keep me on a shelf
My conglomerate, is the type they probably get
All acknowledgement, we body shit
Lotty dotty shit, my prerogative, is to move the hominids
With exquisite style you know I polished it
Now why’d you bring ya shawty if you know she like to polish dick
She gon end up at the crib if we get to politic
Good brain, shout out all my ladies on the scholarships
I ain’t finish school but a **** getting paid for quips
Told momma rap could bring the paper quick
Dad got a new fam, so whose him
Walking through the trauma like a museum
Ooh damn, I be hurting but I’m cool fam
Like a cool fan, or the other side of the pillow
Wordsmith like father of Willow, bars hit
I been skippin’ the gym though, oh shit
Imagine other rappers keeping this tempo
Focused, ain’t another **** fuckin’ with this flow, I won’t miss
Always follow through, what you thought
Pull up all black, do my dirt in something dark
I cannot get attached, baby no I can’t be yours
It’s money over bitches and baby I need more
Like to call me selfish I’m aware of my flaws
But would you even want me if it wasn’t for the sauce?
If it wasn’t for the sauce
Watch a young **** turn the tap to the voss
You wasn’t fuckin’ with me, sorry that’s your loss
Had to do it for my ****, one time for my dawgs
One time, one time
Spit fire like skate decks, legend like Apex
**** mad that they ain’t yet, but I grind and they hate that
Ain’t ever spend a dime I wasn’t able make back
That’s money or women, it’s fuck the world and ya feelings
I’m steady snapping off the hook
I’m casting the reel in, we getting money off the books
I was bringing the meals in, that’s why every time they look
I’m in better positions, on my J-O
iPhone with the payload, what can I say though
Haters on my dick, I know it hang low
I’m with the demons, they gon get ‘em if I say go
My life’s a blast sorta kinda like masenko
These are super sayings, hyperbolic training
Going up like a Kyrie lay in
Or a fever patient, sick as fuck, I did all the waiting
Pardon my impatience, need the bucks, all the beats he slayin’
When he breathe you pay ‘em
Written by: Blake Stenson
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