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Darin' Em
Hip-Hop/Rap
Darin' Em was released on May 30, 2026 by Aberrant Avenue Agency Inc as a part of the album Playlist
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Release DateMay 30, 2026
LabelAberrant Avenue Agency Inc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Let's have some fun! Get your popcorn, enjoy the show
Vanity must be at maximum, actually
Thinking that I would be yapping bout them
When consistently spazzing on records I barely got time for duets
To address em and laugh at it
Who do they think they is? What is the narrative?
3 digit listeners, nobody care bout you
Cloaking don't fix what you're missing in character
You cannot lean on me, I will not carry you
Scrimmaging, building my armamentarium
Running back thoughts that you foster like Arian
What you see as ocean is an aquarium
Hoping you're big fish, 'cause I'm pescatarian
Got no faith in your smoke, pastafarian
Running up on number one, I will bury him
Hoping he dumb 'cause I'm Darin' Em
Fair one or shut up, 'cause gossip embarrassing
Guess you were always a bitch, Mrs. Garrison
One strike too many, so now there's no sparing him
On the spot, if I see him it's a wrap
Feel the Wrath of Khan, like I got tech from Tartarians
There's no comparison, these parables have them perishing
What they're not seeing clearly is that they should fear
That I no longer care for them
You've got no impulse control at all
Fake as the characters that you draw
Couldn't believe when I got the call
Never be Krillin 'cause you would show Chi-Chi your Dragon Balls
Biting my style like a moth
Raid will send you to a tomb, Lara Croft
This ain't a rock, it's a Molotov
And I ain't hiding hands, I'm waving at y'all
Richard talkin' riches but his wallet anorexic
Peter shows expected, unsolicited, pathetic
Predator tales, nah, that's shame not scars
Registry brand you, permanent bars
Creep-ass clown, beggin' for ma glance
Consent said "no," still pulled down your pants
You ain't a creator, just lurk, you wait
Thinkin' genius gon' drip, truth it ain't
Emptier than bottles that you drain on the low
Call yourself a man, but receipts say no
Dollar menu math, but 6you toast with kings?
Liver writing letters while your phone still rings
Closet full of sneakers? Coffins in rows
Souls stacked high, but no story grows
Hell got your GPS, no escape
Grim Reaper waitin' this locked yo fate
You've got no impulse control at all
Fake as the characters that you draw
Couldn't believe when I got the call
Never be Krillin 'cause you would show Chi-Chi your Dragon Balls
Biting my style like a moth
Raid will send you to a tomb, Lara Croft
This ain't a rock, it's a Molotov
And I ain't hiding hands, I'm waving at y'all
Habitual line stepper, being honest, already expected it
If you're looking for a piece of shit, he's perfected it
No need for scripts or directing him, irrelevant
I'm the main character, cut you out of the scene and embarrass you
Got a big head on yourself, but the only time you got ahead was when I carried you
These shoes are for you, so go lace 'em up
You're like Jordan in baseball, no air at all
When around you all we smelling is bullshit
Got that disinfectant, bars on aerosol
When I wasn't there you didn't care so prepare all your troops
'Cause the roof I'm gon' tear it off
All alone, insight fear like a Terror Squad
Causing shade by your own hand, parasol
Written by: Kyle Lonergan, Sarah Wade
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