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Twenty Weeks
Hip-Hop/Rap
Twenty Weeks was released on August 15, 2025 by noahillest as a part of the album Genesis
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AlbumGenesis
Release DateAugust 15, 2025
Labelnoahillest
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noah Genesis
Noah Genesis
Rap
noahillest
noahillest
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Eugene Jordan
Noah Eugene Jordan
Songwriter
Finch Waterson
Finch Waterson
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Genesis
Noah Genesis
Producer

Lyrics

Lately been losing some sleep over shit that I know I can never control
Tryna find peace in this puzzle, my corner was bent so I found a new role
I might be spiraling but I don't break, bank take a toll on my soul
Tryna stay relevant, fuck all the media, need me a shovel to get out this hole
I couldn't sleep, I was tripping, I couldn't weep, busy living my life
Lighting up trees not for Christmas, Momma ask me why it's red in my eyes
No one was hitting my phone but my brother had called, me he said it would be alright
I came right over, he pulled out the snacks, and we cracked a few jokes and laughed through the night
Dependent on writing these stanzas, toking on something while pressing the MPC
Relentless to find all the answers but I been locked in my room for like 20 weeks
And then twenty more, cause I'm worried about shit that I need to ignore
Forwarding future or versa, removing vices by writing my verses, power restored
Lately been losing some sleep over shit that I know I can never control
Tryna find peace in this puzzle, my corner was bent so I found a new role
I might be spiraling but I don't break, bank take a toll on my soul
Tryna stay relevant, fuck all the media, need me a shovel to get out this hole
Gelato or OG, it's purple like Kobe, I need me an eighth to get by
My family and homies act like they don't know me, cause they miss when I wasn't high
Used to play ball in the summertime, now I write poetry, open mics
Rollin' up leaf, color green, in a Dutch, tryna find hope in life
Dependent on writing these stanzas, toking on something while pressing the MPC
Relentless to find all the answers but I been locked in my room for like 20 weeks
And then twenty more, cause I'm worried about shit that I need to ignore
Forwarding future or versa, removing vices by writing my verses, power restored
Lately been losing some sleep over shit that I know I can never control
Tryna find peace in this puzzle, my corner was bent so I found a new role
I might be spiraling but I don't break, bank take a toll on my soul
Tryna stay relevant, fuck all the media, need me a shovel to get out this hole
Lately been losing some sleep over shit that I know I can never control
Tryna find peace in this puzzle, my corner was bent so I found a new role
I might be spiraling but I don't break, bank take a toll on my soul
Tryna stay relevant, fuck all the media, need me a shovel to get out this hole
Written by: Christian Ward, Finch Waterson, Noah Eugene Jordan
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