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CURSES
Hip-Hop/Rap
CURSES was released on December 19, 2025 by 1892116 Records DK as a part of the album Dropped Jewels II
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
Label1892116 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gaquon Stephens
Gaquon Stephens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaquon Stephens
Gaquon Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TYL3R DAVIS
TYL3R DAVIS
Engineer

Lyrics

All of my punchlines asymptomatic
Even if you get it you'll still never have it
I come from a world filled with pushers & addicts
It's so problematic they flip acrobatic
Tragic traumatic, beyond systematic
It's more than a habit
We raised by our mothers our pops disappear like its magic
Tryna teach 'em how to be a man but I never had it
Curses each generation filled with curses
Pitted against my brother versus
Put all my pain inside these verses
Carted in patty wagon or hearses
Set on display just like a circus
Shit get deep on you the surface
Living in hell like deep breath furnace I get nervous
Thinking bout what if all the sacrifices was in vain
Mind playing tricks Scarface Cain
Killed Abel marked with bloodstain
Paranoia angel dust Mary Jane
You could pick up what I'm putting down
But still you could never decipher the sound
Of heavenly creatures that's hell bound
Lost and in need of a shepherd playground
For demons to swing and to play around
Cast aside the evil swines to drown
12 got dozens of reasons to flag down
Planting evidence you found
Profiled no background
Already scared & you got backup inbound
Bussin' like the greyhound
Fear for yo life but we been on the ground
Haven't made a sound, hard to make a sound
When yo knee cutting off the fucking sound
Jogging home bound, kick the door down
Ain't no way around
Blue lives matter ? Then what was capital ground
All of my punchlines asymptomatic
Even if you get it you'll still never have it
I come from a world filled with pushers & addicts
It's so problematic they flip acrobatic
Tragic traumatic, beyond systematic
It's more than a habit
We raised by our mothers our pops disappear like its magic
Tryna teach 'em how to be a man but I never had it
Curses each generation filled with curses
Pitted against my brother versus
Put all my pain inside these verses
Carted in patty wagon or hearses
Set on display just like a circus
Shit get deep on you the surface
Living in hell like deep breath furnace I get nervous
Hip-Hop fucked around & gave me a voice (yea)
I'll be damned if I use it to glorify & to exploit (yea, yea)
All of our trauma
And pretend to advocate for peace no Dalai Lama
They focused on commas, more money more drama
As soon as you get over 1 hump another one no llama
Pops said it best, these people wicked
They watching us fall and they pray we don't stick it
I mastered this shit Percy Miller No Limit
I found my pocket I just hope that you feel it
I hate being timid, but what you see is what you get
Shout out Xzibit
I mean every lyric, I wrote it I spit it
I don't do the gimmicks, no cap no fitted (yea)
Same ole dance new ditty (yea)
I spit that gas you middy (yea)
Wish I could change my city (yea)
Everybody wanna get litty (yea)
Downplay it's no biggie
I just wanna find peace no hippie
Watch yo 6 for the piggies
They'll shoot you in the back like Ricky
All of my punchlines asymptomatic
Even if you get it you'll still never have it
I come from a world filled with pushers & addicts
It's so problematic they flip acrobatic
Tragic traumatic, beyond systematic
It's more than a habit
We raised by our mothers our pops disappear like its magic
Tryna teach 'em how to be a man but I never had it
Curses each generation filled with curses
Pitted against my brother versus
Put all my pain inside these verses
Carted in patty wagon or hearses
Set on display just like a circus
Shit get deep on you the surface
Living in hell like deep breath furnace I get nervous
Written by: Gaquon Stephens
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