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Choir Boy
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Choir Boy was released on November 6, 2025 by Mesobeast as a part of the album Dakid, The Killa, Da King
November 6, 2025
LabelMesobeast
LanguageEnglish
BPM187
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Forecast, attitude
Umbrella, inside, protect ya soul
Forced hand, bag of moves
Pull out a few like bron
Leaves get blower, so does the hoers
I don't even think that they mean to be hopeless
If you know then you know to be focused
Don't treat the wrong problem
You can fix what's not broke so break all them
Rules, then build up life
And keep going
keep crawling, dont stop, you go harder
Don't slow down, you slow, you go slaughter
Oh, you know what I mean godfather
Taketh your time and take the whole order
Stay prosperous, don't be sarcastic
Don't let this world drag you into darkness
Black hole, black soul, black from the start bitch
Black man symbol in the sky, you calling
You know the number dawgs
In in sync, like a mother fucking choir boy
I used to, have a crush on, one of the sopranos
I used to wanna play the drums and the piano
I used to give a fuck but if you quiz me right now
I only have time for my m.o.n.e.y
And that is no lie
Right now, in life I'm doing fine
Taking my time
To move how I need to move how I need to move
Forecast, attitude
Forced hands, bag of moves
Again, somebody ask the pastor why he been
Preaching for money, trust me
They all heathens, god grieving
Face palming while seeing the things the humanity carries on
Packing my carry on
To catch a flight from here to the bank of the far beyond
Never will they toe tag me
I'm a copy of, the carbon copy god created
Yeah I'm from dusk till dawn
I been saying drake was fake
y'all, just getting on? And it's aye ok
Take a sip of this juice, no it's not by diddy
Never will I lean on em, I and not fat J
Only terror squad is if diagnosed with MPD
Fuck the industry
and fuck the mission to become elite
The people at the top, the people that I never wanna be
Stick to 9-5 my ****, you get it by any means
That don't mean you sell your soul for money of loving greed
Gosh geese, you opposite and obsolete
Getting picked last, in gym glass
don't cry to me
Ima sing choir boy, sing choir boy sing
Like sing, choir boy, boy sing
Attitude
Bag of moves
Like bron, aye
You know, I said you, know it
I said you know it
Written by: K.Hines
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