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artist
Jinx
Blast
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blast adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Killing Field Records tarafından 8 Nisan 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıGold
album cover
AlbümGold
Çıkış Tarihi8 Nisan 2022
FirmaKilling Field Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM100

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jinx
Jinx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ray Jenkins
Anthony Ray Jenkins
Songwriter

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Carry her in and toss 'er down on the mattress
I ain't a playa, just a passion for smashin'
Know you got a job to do
An' when shit left hanging, it's all eyes on you
It wasn't I who put the moves on you
Just what the fuck is this supposed to prove
Been down a dark road or two
And recently got some news that's just hard to chew
Fat for them fakes, try to spit it out
Maybe I oughta try for a different route
Cause I'm tossed like a toy ship on rough water
Bound to spit like a rifle full auto
Don't make me think this shit's okay to say
Someday I may inflict major pain
Don't get me confused, the fakes they make
Or you may fuck around, push the wrong button, and blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
On the dinner plate
Wipe it up with some paper mate
Don't get this shit on the letterman
Asking stupid questions, "should I let 'em in?"
He's not my friend, but he is making dividends
Been a while since, I could really breathe on my own
I could be making differences
Anxiety setting in, bi-polar eating me away from within
Sorry mom and dad, but my words is getting slurry
Moving real fast, going nowhere in a hurry
I could be on the sunny coast, waters of gold
But if I need this sweatshirt, rather be where it's cold
Oh, here we go quoting Mr Early Man
Don't you know that you're just a motherfuckin fucking fan
Why don't you do yourself and us a favor
Grab the Beretta head and to Super Saver
And blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
For fun, we run and gun
Steady taking aim at nuns, we stop at none
Finna get my funds and daps and hugs
Wanna get rid of all the shoulder shrugs
Got deeper thoughts in my mindstate
Can barely hold myself underneath all my mind's weight
Smoking bud keep my mind straight
I might say sayonara, have a nice day, cock, blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Feeling sorry for the world, no love for it
In fact, love couldn't be more foreign
Got a storm cloud, follow me around, it loved to pour
Every then and now
Feeling sorry for the world, no love for it
In fact, love couldn't be more foreign
Got a storm cloud, follow me around
It loved to pour, every then and now
Love to smoke up on pounds
Never less than an oz
Think I'm funny like I'm fucking with clowns
Shit so profound, wine outta water
Never helped people, though I oughta
Hakuna Matata hasta luego
Poppin like preggo
Wondering when i'm gonna get that feature with J. Cole (J. Cole)
Honestly I could probably do without it
But if it's free, how can it now be accounted?
Been spitting constantly and it's amounted
Puddle of confidence, don't know where I'd be without it
Gotta mind of gold, rolled just for Adolf
The first sign said, "achtung hands off"
Laughing till your face is red
How'd you rather be dead
Stuffed in a cavernous shed, nuff said
Coulda made off, unlike Madoff
Days over, work's done peel my rind
And then blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Blast
Feeling sorry for the world, no love for it
In fact, love couldn't be more foreign
Got a storm cloud, follow me around, it loved to pour
Every then and now
Feeling sorry for the world, no love for it
In fact, love couldn't be more foreign
Got a storm cloud, follow me around, it loved to pour
Every then and now
Written by: Anthony Ray Jenkins

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