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Secrets
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Secrets adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak #GrindIsLife™️ #OnlyTheSolids™️ tarafından 18 Temmuz 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıTraumatic Memories
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Temmuz 2022
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Jeremiah Stewart
Jeremiah Stewart
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Lotta secrets I only told to Fifths of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't too prideful to say it
Mind often in dark places
So if you try me ima spray it
You ain't never lived my life
So you cant tell me how to feel
I battle wit' deep depression
And learned to cope wit out a pill
Man this shit be really real
You only in it for the thrills
**** don't know how it feel
To hear yo Patna done got killed
**** don't know how it feel
To really be out in the field
Stopping at red lights
Playin yo mirrors for the drill
Clutching yo pistol thang
Cause if they try you-you gone kill
The Boyz get behind you blurping
Take the charge or you gone peel
See that's just the life we live
And the situations we face
Would you rather go to grave
Or would you rather catch a case
Lotta **** ain't built for this
So my advice Stay out the way
**** I'm out here either way
I signed up and took my rank
A real soldier in this shit
Ima stay solid to my grave
And you can tell these ain't no lies
If you look me in my face
Lotta pain hid in disguise
But ima smile like it's okay
Traumatic Memories I delete
But this money I always save
But this money **** cant take
So we gone blow this shit Phasholy
**** smiling in yo face
Really actin like they yo Homie
But it's envy in disguise
And them supposed to be yo guys
We all started from the bottom
But they don't wanna see you rise
Lotta secrets I only told to 5th of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't too prideful to say it
Mind often in dark places
So if you try me ima spray it
You ain't never lived my life
So you cant tell me how to feel
I battle wit' deep depression
And learned to cope wit out a pill
Man this shit be really real
You only in it for the thrills
**** don't know how it feel
To hear yo Patna done got killed
**** don't know how it feel to really be out in these streets
Lookin over yo shoulder
Then you hear some tires screech
Four **** jump out the whip
You get low and show them feet
But they got ice up in they veins
Like D'Angelo Frum the 3
So they out there Shooting from Range
Jumped out the foreign blowing heat
And you just tryna find cover
Got caught in prevent D
And That done got yo head smacked
Cause you ain't even get to reach
You was on yo zig zag
And bullets took you off yo feet
Now they screaming out Rest In Peace
And got you face up on they tee
Candles spelling yo name on the curb Where they let you bleed
Its a fucked up cycle we living
But it's the life that **** lead
This The life I'm tryna leave
But this lil' life it cant be beat
Expiration date guaranteed
Don't know when but my day comin
But if a **** take me out
I just pray I go out dumping
I just pray I hit somethin
My whole life it been a fight
I just make it look Aight
Now let me smile for the light
Lotta secrets I only told to 5th of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't too prideful to say it
Mind often in dark places
So if you try me ima spray it
You ain't never lived my life
So you cant tell me how to feel
I battle wit' deep depression
And learned to cope wit out a pill
Man this shit be really real
You only in it for the thrills
**** don't know how it feel
To hear yo Patna done got killed
Lotta secrets I only told to 5th of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't too prideful to say it
Mind often in dark places
So if you try me ima spray it
You ain't never lived my life
So you cant tell me how to feel
I battle wit' deep depression
And learned to cope wit out a pill
Man this shit be really real
You only in it for the thrills
**** don't know how it feel
To hear yo Patna done got killed
Written by: Jeremiah Stewart
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