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Bloom 2
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bloom 2 was released on December 15, 2025 by Trey Posey as a part of the album Rough Drafts, Vol. 2
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Release DateDecember 15, 2025
LabelTrey Posey
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Posey
Trey Posey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Posey
Trey Posey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trey Posey
Trey Posey
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

I just wanna bloom
Bloom
Bloom
Bloom
Rough drafting a fantasy team
In the garden, B I G dreams
I'm never gon settle
Gimme the roots
Need direction for my pedals
Burning the green, shoot
Gettin dirty but mess can be special
If these trees could scream
They would be rambling letters like
And stories of our ancestors
They can't erase history
Blood on the leaves
So I'm Taking botanical measures
Andale we need medicine
Propagate your broken stems darling
Get planted and Blossom for better
Get planted and boom
All this impending doom
On the masses
Overhead it's just gloom and smoke
No need for sunglasses
Put your glass to moon
And make a toast
But it's hard to get this bread basket
Fasho
And damn it's hard to be maskin the
Flow
Of water I dont got a dollar to wipe my nose
Life is taxing on my soul
So can ya
Hold my seeds in ya arms
Close cause I can't be too far
From the illumination
How much longer can I run bruh?
On this concrete I sprung from
Oh my god where's your son huh?
Where the mf sun huh?
Cause I
I just wanna bloom
I just wanna bloom
Bloom
Bloomin
And we bloomin
And we boomin
And we bloomin
And we boomin
And we bloomin
And we boomin
Twin n nem
Get off work and roll
We just stack and smoke
Sinners just a synonym for imperfection
Just like most
Environments we livin in are hell
We adapt and grow
Patching wounds in a wounded world
Just tryna capture absent hope
Don't you go and croak
Tryin not to get murked in this murky h20
Try to hold up my smirk
Stayin positive in my work
But life ain't always gon be pink starbursts
Dead soul in the dirt
But it's ok cause sooner or later we bloomin, sprouting and hitting a spurt word
Can ya
Hold my seeds in ya arms
Close cause I can't be too far
From the illumination
How much longer can I run?
On this concrete I sprung
Oh my god where's your son?
Where the mf sun?
Cause
Problems, problems piling up now
All this love and pollen I been giving out
It feel like I'm bound to sprout
Spread my pedals to the clouds
And shout let that sun out
God let your son out
God let your son out
Written by: Trey Posey
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