Off My Chest - Triple7: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Off My Chest

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Off My Chest adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak TRIPLE7 RECORDS tarafından 14 Ekim 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıOff My Chest - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümOff My Chest - Single

Çıkış Tarihi14 Ekim 2022

FirmaTRIPLE7 RECORDS

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM109

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Triple7

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ediberto Pilotin

Ediberto Pilotin

Composer

Derek Chan

Composer

Esai Melende

Composer

Skye Meadows

Composer

Şarkı sözleri

(Galla)

Whats on the call for breakfast today

Motherfuckers hate me now cause I got a lot to say

It's my demeanor

Say you moving call but you needa

Say you got the bread but you ain't baking like Anita

Its the movement

Baby keep in grooving

Promise I won't stop the song I gotta keep moving

Say you need a long term lover

Don't got time for the one night

Stand up tall

Don't let no one out of your sight

Dark room

Feel like I'm wearing a costume

Make sure

That if I need you I call you

Is all good

I don't need no one it's all love

When I look back it's been me fighting my conscious

I don't wanna hear no information

I'm just trying not to be impatient

All I hears a bunch of bullshit

Conversating with people that I'm not cool with

But you know that I'm gonna

(E-Sigh)

Ridin round the city wit a $1.25 in my pocket

Stuntin on the road, no stopping

Cutting up the time, disobeying all the signs from a prophet

Looking through the glass, no optics

Come back

Chill out

Run laugh

Sit down

Loving on the passion of a Summer in a big town

Coming over

Running off

Loosey lips

Broken laws

Dodging all prerogatives, consequence, and the promised thoughts

So fuck you

I'll use my numbers how I choose

I see the tension

Nine berettas

8 confessions

Talk too much 7-11

While we trip through the 6 when I grip the pension

5 guys, no bitches

Sippin on forever

Even 3 Stacks don't know the weather

Damn

Laughin all the way without the money in my grave

But I got black jack in my hand as I play

With a couple lost souls

Fuck you I'll keep goin

Steez in my cap when I'm flowing

And I'm all nice

Not exactly Greg

But I'm just glidin, sliding, co-pilot wit my heina

Riding for a minute now she tired

Fuck it

I'm not complaining about nutting

My girl

My baby

My love

My world

Save me

A seat

To yearn

And learn

Your worth

And move on

Corrupting all the spots I groove on

I bet you finding this confusin

Lemme just tell you a lil secret

I'm a liar

I'm a thief

I'm a cheater

I'm a broken soulless hopeless moping stoic hoeing

Beat down joke shell of a man

I can blow the smoke and loan a rose to hold ya moan

And be loud don't tell me you mad

Just lemme

(Dboi)

AHHHHH!!!

I'm boutta flip out

Sick of the fake shit

Y'all been trying me

I had so much patience

But u spent it all childishly

Plenty ways to say this

But bitch, leave quietly

I need to clear the room

For my anxieties

Gimme a tall one, a minute and a smoke

You say its been all love, but that shit is a joke

I aint with the sweet stuff, so dont play like you know

I'll go majin vegeta on you trick ass hoes

And then I

Tick tack

A tip tap

Thru all the flows

With a cash grip and a mouth full of insults

Fuck you, I'll get paid

Make it TRIPLE

I aint need a contract; ima start my own label

It's simple

Big steps from the boy 5'4" tho

Y'all just mad cos I'm in the top floor, ho

Issa lotta facts for y'all to get to know bro

Like first off: I'm the mf goat, yo

($KYE)

Look I been doin this shit for a good couple years

And its time for a breakthrough

Uh

You know I had to keep pushin

All these hatin **** lookin

They aint wantin me to make due

Homies I thought that would ride to end

That now ain't my friends

**** make room

Blow up on em now they holdin out they hands like I owe em sumn damn

Them **** really be fake true

(Nah, nah, nah)

Nah they aint see the vision

They been doin side quests, I been on a mission

Hits like drake, I drop they listen

Hittin up the studio, cookin up in the kitchen

New addition

To the game I ball like pippen

Sendin shots to em all like I know I cant miss em

Drop shit like a bomb, bump this in the fall

Sayin death to em all cause they aint no competition

Y'all **** really ain't no competition bruh

I just had to get it off my chest

Written by: Derek Chan, Ediberto Pilotin, Esai Melende, Skye Meadows

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