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222
Alternative Rap
222 was released on June 18, 2026 by FML_Splinter as a part of the album Scapegoat II
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Release DateJune 18, 2026
LabelFML_Splinter
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FML_Splinter
FML_Splinter
Performer
Jeremy Lewallen
Jeremy Lewallen
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Lewallen
Jeremy Lewallen
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Lewallen
Jeremy Lewallen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

222 Billion gone to waste
Yet I'm sitting here broke, can I get a little taste?
I wanna live that good life, have a good night
Good day, take home a paycheck
I don't gotta give a rain check
Never cancel plans, what's that shit?
I've been going batshit, moving fast kid (Yeah)
Do you know what that is? 'Cause Splinter's been asking
For a little something more, I'm always facing internal war
Thoughts racing like a cannon and I cannot fucking stand it
I've been falling down a slope, I've been talking with no hope
Losing sight of what's mine, where's the fucking finish line?
I could never finish mine, I order drinks up at the bar
Take two sips, smoke a cig by the car (Yeah)
Thinking to myself, will this life take me far?
I don't really know, I don't think I care anymore
It's like I'm stuck in park boy, I don't got no drive
How do I survive through the fucking long nights?
I wanna take long flights with the boys
Killing shows, chopping hoes
All y'all know how Splinter rolls that good weed
And I'd never be seen, you could never see me
Splinter stay lonely, all my life that's how it be
All I really need is me and some fucking good weed
Couple stacks of money, house all to myself
To make these vocals that I sell, you can all just burn in hell
One middle finger to your leaders, let it happen
200 Billion times that they lie, ain't shit tragic
One FML up in arms, they can't match it
222, How the fuck did this shit happen?
One middle finger to your leaders, let it happen
200 Billion times that they lie, ain't shit tragic
One FML up in arms, they can't match it
222, How the fuck did this shit happen?
I don't need a whole milli, just enough to go silly
Drop a rack willy nilly, tell me now do you feel me?
Like these beats that I've been killing, everyone around me chilling
Yeah I know that I'm the villain
That's why I keep the strap I'm drilling
Bitch I love to die, I'm Krillin
And I'm crashing through the ceiling
Like the money they've been stealing
I am all up in their feelings
Interfering in your dealings
I've been hearing what you're fearing
I've become the creature searing
Not a center but I'm leering
I don't really give a shit about the fucking money though
It's the concept of the bullshit really has me ready to roll
Everybody better go, grab your pitchforks and torches
Burn it all to the ground, 'bout to mount up riding horses
Kick in doors and let the noise in
Grab my boys, we ride at dawn
Standing on the opps front lawn
Now we shoot 'til bitches gone
Watch them die, shit won't take long
I'ma pack another bong
Pass it 'round and write a song
Everybody come along
One middle finger to your leaders, let it happen
200 Billion times that they lie, ain't shit tragic
One FML up in arms, they can't match it
222, How the fuck did this shit happen?
One middle finger to your leaders, let it happen
200 Billion times that they lie, ain't shit tragic
One FML up in arms, they can't match it
222, How the fuck did this shit happen?
Written by: Jeremy Lewallen
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