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Innocence
Hip-Hop/Rap
Innocence was released on May 29, 2026 by Plain Jane as a part of the album Innocence - Single
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Release DateMay 29, 2026
LabelPlain Jane
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plain Jane
Plain Jane
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jane Tiedeu
Jane Tiedeu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ley RTP
Ley RTP
Producer

Lyrics

Eugh
I'm used to hurting from a child.
Sickened inside still smile,
Bloody hands wash it off in denial,
11 years old first time i attempted suicide,
Ill die waiting for my Mum to apologise.
You feel stuck when you realise,
Flashbacks of being pinned down i feel sick in my insides,
I act out at school inside im petrified.
I always felt like my worlds different,
I cant get back my innocence,
Around my own family im hypervigilant.
They ask why I rap grease like cypriot,
I seen good guys turn insidious,
Look,
I seen gang members turn into affiliates.
I call you my family if I need you its immediate.
I told Missy I don't want her rocking with no eediats.
Fixed me a plate.
When my own Mum didnt.
A safety net when,
My own house wasn't.
She deserves the world an amazing woman.
Give me the brush ill paint a picture with it.
So im a artist but im writing lyrics.
Eugh.
My own Mum watch me lose my innocence.
As long as I'm alive in this reality im living in,
I'll resent you for the loss of my innocence.
Ill resent you for the loss of my....
I'm 12 at my confirmation contemplating,
To confess my abuse at the altar,
I prayed to God free me from this torture,
It doesnt get better as you get older.
I cant explian what anything means,
I cant explain why i struggled with hygeine,
I cant explain why I had hood rich dreams.
I cant explain why I bought a Q and looked for fiends,
At 18.I got involved with vultures.
I cant feel a way when man snaked me like cobra,
It turnt me colder cant show these men no love,
When i did days up in cunch,
Man try get me to lay for my own wages,
What a f****ing bum,
So dont ask me why i show these men no love,
He was tryna beat it sh** I was tryna jack son.
Thats what that line comes from,
Went there with a sh***, ban dana and handcuffs.
Why? Cause i tally like malta,
This the type of ish that i never told no one.
Now im real to guys with ill intentions,
A girl in a mans world i feel the tension.
Its like i wanted hood acceptance,
Now im stuck in these walls i built,
I can only ask for repentance.
I can only ask for redemption.
I cause my own pain,
Let the wrong people in my own space.
So im the one behind the weapon.
My girls locked for teeth no dentist.
And
She aint ever held no weapon.
And
Love of her life turned co-defendant,
I cried when I saw her sentence,
Never spoke a word i know she dont regret it.
Let her take the wrap when she loved you,
Thats pathetic.
Now times going by,
Thinking what changed from school times.
I got so many reasons i dont trust guys.
I can't heal my scars from my dark past.
It'll hurt less with a diamond pendant,
So I gotta bloody grind hard.
Leave man stuck my waves magnetic,
Have a bit of fun im tempted.
No love out here thats why im apprehensive,
Ygs kill you for a bike f*** a necklace,
This the dirty south it aint texas.
Man wanna make a drink no beverage,
Trusting men was my only lesson.
Plain Jane talks means class is in session.
Wait a second.
In my head so long times past felt like a second,
No pun intented.
Bag a man rolling like seven,
Your still nothing like the avengers.
I drunk from the cup i didnt measure,
The path that I chose would fill me with all this terror.
My lifes like a movie all these errors,
I cant restart, all I can do is recharge,
I cant sip away my pain,
You'll need more than a sambuca.
And how can i complain?
When i got the chance to make my name,
And how can you complain?
All i asked is for your help when i was going insane.
When i starved so you was okay.
You cant pick your family every one says.
I found comfort in my friends.
I found comfort in the ends.
Eugh
Its Plain Jane
Written by: Jane Tiedeu
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