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press was released on March 19, 2026 by [DONT FORGET THE PERIOD.] as a part of the album 777 ( overthink box ) - Single
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Release DateMarch 19, 2026
Label[DONT FORGET THE PERIOD.]
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whit.
Whit.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Whitney Joseph
Jerry Whitney Joseph
Composer, Lyrics
Matthew Moleta
Matthew Moleta
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoic Beats
Stoic Beats
Producer

Lyrics

**** don't press shit but send nowadays
But send nowadays
It's like them street lights on, my **** ain't been industry
When I'm talkin peace my **** I ain't talkin these
I got their heads and the beats knocking like them knees
These bitches flocking like some birds, keep them stingers like some bees
You gettin fucked for talkin shit, or talkin down to me
Don't talk to me about performing, unless we talkin bout my fee
Fuck doin shit for all when none of us is really free
I keep on pushin shit, no malice but I'll put you on a tee
These **** bout it see, who I'm about to be
Some shit I got to say y'all could only fuckin read
You need to kill a beat, my **** I'm the one to reach
My number keep on popping up, feelin like the mode to me
These **** don't press shit but send nowadays
But send nowadays
I hold my mic up to the crowd just to hear what they gon say
They speaking back to me, repeat my shit in uppercase
It's just words to them, to me it feel like safety
They give me strength
To put down Goliaths, like Davey
All these ways that my life done had changed
But my momma still the only one that can say that she made me
She the only that say she made me
**** don't press shit but send nowadays
If you ain't looking through these tints, you could never try to match my pace
If you ain't really got the hue, you could never try to color grade
I keep dying to myself and maybe stayin out the way
Stayin out the way, ****
Need more than a fam that prays, need sumn like Sanaa Latham
I need a time and space, somewhere to unload the pain now
I wont deny you your faith, cause momma I know my place
But we need a little grace when speakin up face to face
Fuck it it's spicy, I bring the heat when I speak the truth
Press the issue on the mic, guess I ironed out booth
It's like I wrote this shit in the old coupe
What connections can we ensure, when we keep on buying the boost
You coppin up all them pleas, beans, Molly, Bridget too
Just know that life is really a dream
Or nightmare, we gettin through
No matter just what it seems
Just that I'm here for you
Just know that I cried hard, when I wrote this missive
Don't dismiss it
If only, I wish you could listen
And this wouldn't be a dead mission
Reply back when you hear it, you know that I miss ya
**** don't press shit but send nowadays
If you ain't looking through these tints, then you never could've matched my pace
Unless you really got the hue, you could never hope to color grade
I'll keep dying to myself and stay my ass up out the way
Stayin out the way, ****
Written by: Jerry Whitney Joseph, Matthew Moleta
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