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Nothing Changes
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nothing Changes was released on November 28, 2025 by ABAD as a part of the album Sickening Effects of Unmedicated Living
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelABAD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
graeme
graeme
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
graeme
graeme
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
graeme
graeme
Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck life think I'd rather be dead
Bullet split up my head
Brains staining the carpet
Greys painting the red
Leave with regrets
Messages unsent
Never gonna be happy life never relent
Come through blast 59 on a bust speaker
Reaper see me dine lines like a tweaker
Never got time never got the drive neither
Lay right here getting high till I leave ya
Skeletons stuck in my closet
Peaking out often
Watching used up content
Feel so nauseous
Stomach is a mosh pit
When that bag run out I'm a monster
Hate myself but I'll always go farther
Baby girl leave me be don't bother
Love her but I lost her
Heart up on my collar
Love white girl cuz she come up when I call her
Took too much
Throat feel numb
Face feel numb
Fuck
I'm
Skinnin my gums
Just to feel some
Kind of release
From
My
Life never wanna feel pain
Take pills when I'm high
Feelin low cocaine
But it all feels the same at the end of the day
I just wanna kill Graeme drugs wipe away his name
Got a new Glock just to put it in my mouth
No accent bitch, still from down south
Go north north, west side, east side, I die
Whenever I'm outta dope, bitch beside me cry
My twelve gauge pistol grip pump action
Chrome slide four five, hitman faction
Talk shit fuck boy get subtraction
Why's you tryna die over pussy boy fraction
Put a sub-compact between boy's teeth
Pistol put hollow tip bullet in he
Who killed motherfucker, scumbagstonie
Who shot motherfucker, me that's me
Don't do coke no more, smoke weed
My homie Graeme introduce to me
With some dumb bitch yeah, smoke good tree
Mom's basement water in a bottle, light me
Air force, march on, homie with green
Xanax bar, moonshine shot clean
Redneck homeboy, shotgun look clean
Came up lil muddy, blood run clean
Blood mean brother no gang no thing
No crip on mother, no gang could tame
A B A D, just sling cocaine
A B A D, just sling cocaine
Got 10 rounds in my nine millimeter
Eight ball ran now I'm seven inches deeper
In your bitch she a six but I hit then leave her
Five-zero on my ass yeah they never found a heater
Found the cracks inside my head
I wish would open up and fill with lead
But substances can fill the void
Escape the noise
That constant nonsense causin dread
Wish I was dead
Written by: Sebastian Graeme Floyd
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