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fiasco
30
Hip-Hop/Rap
fiasco was released on June 21, 2019 by MTN SND as a part of the album fiasco
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Albumfiasco
Release DateJune 21, 2019
LabelMTN SND
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Vejil
Isaiah Vejil
Vocals
Xavion Curry
Xavion Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Vejil
Isaiah Vejil
Songwriter
Xavion Curry
Xavion Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Vejil
Isaiah Vejil
Producer

Lyrics

Feel like I'm always talking about the same shit in every fucking song
But life goes on
But life goes on
Casey must scrape my name into everything
Momma said, "Go ahead, boy, you can sing"
Gotten to the point where my words can't explain
Say it's made out of diamonds on this damn chain
Motherfucker gon' ride for 'em
'Cause the bars weigh heavily
I ain't even gon' lie to 'em
Only God is ahead of me
She's not my bitch, but she's my bitch
Mind too fucked from my 'letch trip
Game too fucked from my last shit
Sound too cold from my last flip
Heaven strike on me, I don't wanna grab the heat
Strike on me, I don't wanna grab the heat
How much is left of me before my last feast?
Mo' money, mo' problems, B.I.G
I'm tryna put a couple rappers in Odessa's morgue
Carry the bodies 'til my arms grow sore
If they ain't with the shits, then send 'em to the door, yeah
Send 'em to the door, yeah
Send 'em to the door, yeah
It's a closed case, in my own face, yeah, some day
Platinum, yeah, someday, yeah, someday
Goin' on the one way, goin' on the one way
Shit's all fitted, then I go on the runway
They talkin' 'bout greatness, yeah, they talkin' 'bout me
When they talkin' 'bout, uh, then they talkin' 'bout the streets
I'ma gut this thing 'til I make the blood rush
And my words go ballistic, give a fuck about luck
And you can't cut my roots, I'm my own man
Sweet like pound cake, just took it off the pan
I just flown off the land, where the fuck I'm gon' land?
Y'all don't hear me, y'all-
I can never listen, since **** think they got it
They always still trippin', I'm ready to keep rippin'
The only thing in life is the mic I keep grippin'
Since I push you **** back like a couple pistons
Y'all **** can't get this
That's that shit that left you breathless
This that shit that left you distanced
Greatness in the makin' and you can never witness
Left you dead inside the street and nobody to victimize
Realize I kill y'all ****, tell 'em that I'm still alive
Y'all **** cannot see eye to eye
That's why I rinse and repeat
Then kill y'all **** and get shot but never die
Y'all **** can lay down in the coffin, that's your only option
Stop with all that bullshit that y'all kept talkin'
Close you down like six feet, ain't no dead man walkin'
You dead man sleepin'
While I pop bottles at shits every weekend
What the fuck y'all **** keep thinkin'?
Y'all **** need to talk to a shrink every weekend
Fuck, I don't give a shit if y'all keep sinkin'
I need **** just to blast for me
I got people readin' the Bible like it's blasphemy
I got the people like that, but this shit's catastrophe
**** is gon' be like that, but you livin' inside of reality
****, I'm livin' my life like actuality
**** livin' life like it's a fantasy
Let me live my life like I can see these **** as my family
Or my faculty, ****, this is business
This that real shit, do not get it all twisted
****, just listen
This that shit that gets you fucked up in competitions
Yeah, I push this shit back like a piston, ****
Like a piston
Written by: Isaiah Vejil, Xavion Curry
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