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Blow
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Blow adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Damiana Recordings tarafından 19 Ağustos 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıEND - EP
AlbümEND - EP
Released19 Ağustos 2022
FirmaDamiana Recordings
DilEnglish
BPM89
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Akustiklik
Valence
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Enerji

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Told my momma imma make it, I ain't really got a choice
I been nodding out and faded tryna live inside the void
I been praying for a way to make a living off my voice
I been drinking but it ain't really my chemical of choice
Praying for prescriptions, taking pills that come with itching
When I feel it in my hands that's the sense of getting bands
If you ain't my fam or my Miss's ain't no friends
When my record spins I be sealing in the fans, I'm gon blow
Think I took too many milligrams, bro oh no
Is this shit the end? I don't know if I'm gon go
Wonder where I'm gonna go when I go ghost, vamonos
I could hit the top and float or I can high the bottom floor
All this shit in my control I can choose it
Fast live zooming, I'm feeling like I'm Boosie
I rather be with you, see I'm feeling like I'm Bootsy
Calling for me, all that you need's right here
Walking in the night air as I talk to the trees
I fear something following me
But I got God here with me so the threats dipping fast
I ain't stressed
This shit crack, and my vision glass, clear as Pyrex
In my bag finna get bag, writing lyrics writing checks, same thing
Mid vexed, trying get how things change
We used to be close but, now you just a strange name
We used to be close but, now you ain't gang
Should I stay sober or should I stay sane?
Used to have both but I couldn't maintain
Thought it was a drought till the fucking rain came
Main thang finna get her motherfucking name changed
And a ring on her finger that's gon bling when you see her
She look godly, we Shakti and Shiva
I could live forever all off Roxies and pizza
Drinking liquor by the liter I cannot be your leader
Told my momma imma make it, I ain't really got a choice
I been nodding out and faded tryna live inside the void
I been praying for a way to make a living off my voice
I been drinking but it ain't really my chemical of choice
Praying for prescriptions, taking pills that come with itching
When I feel it in my hands that's the sense of getting bands
If you ain't my fam or my Miss's ain't no friends
When my record spins I be sealing in the fans, I'm gon blow
Written by: DeVonta Rashaun Murphy
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