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Overstanding
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Overstanding was released on September 16, 2026 by Music's Gon' Save Me LLC as a part of the album Overstanding - Single
September 16, 2026
LabelMusic's Gon' Save Me LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM81
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

They tapped a bug
Ain't catch a dub
So I told thug
Let's make da
Summer good
Movin forward
Leave dem back
He don't react
Da way a brovva should
I feel tht hurt
Put wheels to curb
Like juice or eazy
Up nuffin good
I take dis strap
And pat its
Back to make
To it burp just like
Its mother would
Wrapped up no pretzel
Mad my twin
A empty vessel
Nah my brovva couldn't
Swear can't nobody
On dis earth
Could pop shit
Da way my brovva would
You not like me
I'm not like you
It's a fact
I do da shit you wouldn't
Bet dis Ar rake
The leafs off
trees of life
Just like da thunder could
Huh
I'm done with
Over planning
Still gon go left
If it was fate
Its overstanding
Know he'd dap
Me he could
But **** can't
They took my dawg
And I'm still stuck
The fuck
Couldn't get no
Get back
This shit fake
Feel sick too often
Awful
Seen my him innat
Coffin almost faint
Ion feel no props
Inside right now
Yall know my bop
It's give or take
Just seen sum opps
Inside that service
Not on nervous
Im on tank
I hope they say sum
Don't be pussy
Cus they push me
Im gon blank
Pay my respects
And still gon
Cus if I stay
I'll leave you stank
Ion pop Roxy's ****
Boul got popped survived
Now he on oxy ****
Boy Pop don't pop
No shit for pain
You fried
Red light we
Box him ****
Boy we could shoot
Rique don't complain
Pick either game
I give you options
Stacked a watch
So now this trail
Entails some pain
Wrapped in a box
For ****
Like how you feel
They show me luv
To open up
It still feel awkward
Peeped da grill
From like two-one
Like fuck they done
Why they still watchin ****
What stopped em
Half a decade
Hurd they
Still tryn catch
And drop em
Buss a swerve
And get on
Tail no peas and rice
This B gon ox a ****
Still wouldn't go back
Cus if I act
Or don't react
Gon over read it
I got ya luv
Wrapped round each
Finger like a glove
Don't over need it
Mag still young
But hold sum weight
Bout thirty-two
I dump repeat it
Fuck tht jam
No stomach ache
I put four less
Dont over feed it
Baby drac a make
Shit clap just
Like a stripper
Doin they thang at night
Hit baby Damon
Know thts not his name
But got my Payment right
Bout bread ain't miss a lick
Who feel like Nick
I do my thang at night
Outside talkin w his jit
Like split his shit
We gon gon be
Famous right
I sprained my ankle
Tryn go step
If it ain't break
Then it ain't hurt
I payed my dues
Inside that paint
My rep and gains
I gained was worse
I tried remain
The same but
Left my soul
With stains and
Gained a curse
So By the time
I up my shit
His soul in inflamed
Remains on earth
They tapped a bug
Ain't catch a dub
So I told thug
Let's make the
Summer good
Moving forward
Leave em back
He don't react
The way a
Brovva should
I feel that hurt
Put wheels to curb
Like juice or eazy
Up nuffin good
I take dis strap
And pat its
back to make
To it burp just like
Its mother would
Written by: Tyrique Henderson
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