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Bands
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bands was released on June 23, 2026 by Juice2023 as a part of the album All paths lead
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Release DateJune 23, 2026
LabelJuice2023
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice2023
Juice2023
Performer
Alexander Preedom
Alexander Preedom
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Preedom
Alexander Preedom
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juice2023
Juice2023
Producer

Lyrics

I been dozing off, trapped inside my mind
On my own, on my own
How can I fight this feeling?
How can I fight this feeling?
I ain't never gon' figure it out
I'm exhausted, bitch
I'm tryna take some time to myself
But it never knows
My feelings just let me be
I don't wanna fight anymore
I don't wanna fight
Give me some time, I'll be high as a bitch
I'm tryna get rich so I can disappear
I been overworking myself
Look, I was never the type to talk about my feelings
So I turn to the mic
And rather die than lower my pride
But if I fall, then that's the end of me
I hate the feeling of losing myself
Surrounded by angels but feeling alone
I know God's putting me to test
Do you understand my words when I speak?
Damn, am I fighting myself?
Shit, not a joke
Aight, let's switch it up
I'm stacking so much cash
I feel like Shady out
I swear I'ma make a couple million
I got these fuckboys sad
Brand new fit, all on my ass
Just asked my shawty the way I be making it clap
She say, "Damn, that man know how to handle pussy"
I know I do, baby girl, fuck around
Park a blunt before I slide in it
Stop playing, we all know I never been a goofy
Just check my stats, huh
My street ass, huh
My street ass
Oh, you thought I was done flexing, huh?
Let's get it, all this cash I'm making
I feel like the president
I remember days I was down bad 'til I stacked my cash
Y'all thought I was done with music but I lied, deal with it
I know these pussies pray on my downfall
If I want it, I'ma cop it
The way I be dressing, they gon' call me Bruce Wayne
I just made a couple hundred by dropping a single track
You fuckboys can never be me with your dad ass
It's Smooth City boy, I'll knock your head off
Bitch, I'm focused on the money
If you want a feature, best pay a hundred K in cash
Every day I wake up, I make money
Put in so much work to shine like this
I know you fuckboys steady hating
Yeah, I know these fuckboys big mad
Uh, yeah, I know you pussies big mad
I get so high 'til I can't feel my face
I'm on the money ride
Really thought I was done with music but I changed my mind
They say I work too much, what you expect?
I'm tryna make a couple million
I'm in town counting bands
All I see is dollar signs
Counting fifty
Put ER in my bank and count 'em
No time for breaks
All I see is my dreams
No time for relaxation
I'm a gangster
Baby, I became a man since a child
Smoke so much that I see different faces
While in my city, can't you tell?
I'm on cloud nine, ain't no stopping me
Written by: Alexander Preedom
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