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Mind Games
173
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mind Games was released on December 9, 2025 by Epidemic Sound as a part of the album Mind Games - Single
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Release DateDecember 9, 2025
LabelEpidemic Sound
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nbhd Nick
Nbhd Nick
Performer
Nicholas Sprague
Nicholas Sprague
Vocals
Timothy Infinite
Timothy Infinite
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timofey Dorofeyev
Timofey Dorofeyev
Composer
Nicholas Sprague
Nicholas Sprague
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timothy Infinite
Timothy Infinite
Producer

Lyrics

I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
Momma didn’t raise me as a punk
Yeah, I used to get it out the trunk
Now I’m out here doing what I want
Man, I know that job ain’t what you want
Man, I know that car ain’t what you want
Through the lows, gotta keep your chin up
Write it down, step it out, get it done
Man, I know the games I play
See some, want some, all inside my brain
Get lost, bad thoughts, in my mind all day
Keep on, hold strong, 'cause I can’t lose faith
I been feeling off, time to get it back
I was out here lost, tryn'a stay intact
Going non-stop, I could use a rest
But lately I can barely find time to relax
Am I wrong for feeling that?
Huh?
Am I wrong for feeling that?
I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
Momma didn’t raise me as a punk
Yeah, I used to get it out the trunk
Now I’m out here doing what I want
Man, I know that job ain’t what you want
Man, I know that car ain’t what you want
Through the lows, gotta keep your chin up
Write it down, step it out, get it done
Took L’s and I still show face
More life 'cause the debts been paid
Push pain, when I push that weight
Clocks tickin’, thoughts race, can’t afford no breaks
All real, cause I can’t do fake
Front lines, 'cause I can’t do waits
I used to pray God he would stop that rain
‘Til the storm showed me everything I know bout faith
Counting coins just to fill my tank
Clocked in and I stayed on pace
Talkin', stretching all the gas inside my tank
Now I’m really too blessed, it’s beside my bank
I’m talking wife good, and my kids too
Mom and Dad too, I can’t forget you
Back then, all I ever really wanted was some money
And then I got some, people started acting funny, man
(People started acting funny like)
(Got me feelin'like, they got me feelin' like)
(I don’t really want what I want )
I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
I don’t really want what I want
Momma didn’t raise me as a punk
Yeah, I used to get it out the trunk
Now I’m out here doing what I want
Man, I know that job ain’t what you want
Man, I know that car ain’t what you want
Through the lows, gotta keep your chin up
Write it down, step it out, get it done
Written by: Nicholas Sprague, Timofey Dorofeyev
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