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29 Candles
Hip-Hop/Rap
29 Candles was released on October 20, 2025 by Speak Your Truth LLC as a part of the album 29 Candles - Single
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Release DateOctober 20, 2025
LabelSpeak Your Truth LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM175

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kevspeakstruth
kevspeakstruth
Performer
Kevin Andrew Coss
Kevin Andrew Coss
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Andrew Coss
Kevin Andrew Coss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Andrew Coss
Kevin Andrew Coss
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I’ve grown tired of trynna fit in their boxes
Spent my nights fighting these mental washes
A man of faith I used be an agnostic
Cause I thought all this was just process
With no ending
Just decision after after decision
Until you left in a puddle of crimson
Wishing you could return to humble beginnings
As a kid swear I was so ignant
No Recourse for the future or its remorse
Just whipping my Hyundai like it was sport
Driving up highway 27 hit a hunnid
Felt so alive the smell of oranges pungent
High school days
When I didn’t worry bout if my rent was paid
Or if registration was up to date
Cause my momma made sure I was A ok
They said I was mature my age
But I was still a child
took me 29 years for me to realize that’s why I hide behind a smile
My momma turned me to a parent cause she didn’t have someone help her carry that weight
So there where gaps in my development leaving me unable to deal and I chose to medicate
I’ve grown tired of trynna fit in their boxes
Spent my nights fighting these mental washes
A man of faith I used be an agnostic
Cause I thought all this was just process
With no ending
Just decision after after decision
Until you left in a puddle of crimson
Wishing you could return to humble beginnings
As a kid swear I was so ignant
Ergo why so many years smoking the herbal
Fighting back these heavy tears hittin the turbo
Writing songs year after year hopping to let go
in the end I do fear it left me deep in a hole
So I scroll and scroll
And I scroll and scroll
And I scroll and scroll
To distract myself from relapsing and hittin bowls
Looking out the window hittin my movie pose
Like when will all this trauma finally turn into dollars
When can I properly pay homage to my momma
When I can turn to Dad and thank him for being a father
When I can face that I didn’t get to connect with my grandpa more because yo no sabe nada
As the water cascade down mi Cara
Fashionably hiding tears behind these Prada’s
I know you up heaven hittin that bachata
I’ve grown tired of trynna fit in their boxes
Spent my nights fighting these mental washes
A man of faith I used be an agnostic
Cause I thought all this was just process
Written by: Kevin Andrew Coss
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