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CROWDED
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Hip-Hop/Rap
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Çıkış Tarihi25 Eylül 2023
FirmaTyseNettMusic
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Valence
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Enerji
BPM122

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyse Nett
Tyse Nett
Songwriter

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Friends tell me, that I work too much
Self obsess, with the music stuff
I should get some rest, no thanks, but hey
Anybody want some truth, with love
No, you don't, it sucks (no)
Hide my stress, so that I look tough
Try my best, never good enough
I express, when the kids feel stuck
'Cause they need someone, that'll pick them up
But I'm unsure, what you want first
Am I too personal, or not hurt enough?
It's all fun an' games, 'til they shut you up
Purpose found me, underground
Watered down, with like a ton of doubt
Grew up with nothin'
I'm someone, now
But, I've always been sump'n to Rosthern
'Cause, that's where the home is found
So, all of my emotion plays, with the growing pains
That'll elevate me, 'til my own hate, hates me
I guess, I feel pathetic, when you put me on a pedestal
But they never know the pressure
That I'm up against
Everybody wants some fame
But they don't wanna work
Or they got no patience
I know I'm the worst
But I just might take off
Write another verse
That'll blow your face off
Yeah, hate me
Love me
Judging me, lately
I'm changing, so dangerous
Debating on taking a break
Because, this is what breaks me
No way, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot ...
Oh, yeah
If I'm in a game, you'll always suck
Just rhymin' away my problems, bruh
Pick a time and a place, let me call your bluff
When the mic's in my face, never bite my tongue
Because you don't know the battle
That I had to fight, or anything I sacrificed
To manifest the vision, that I advertise
It doesn't really matter, 'cause I ain't in a position
Where I'm never really satisfied
Whoa (whoa)
I don't really talk, about the doors
That I won't keep open
I'm so real, that they put me in some NF shoes
He's the only one, I go toe to toe with
Don't you know me?
I don't want you thinking, you can hate me
Not even a bit bothered
By your little gatekeepers
I got rhymes, that'll make you think
It's R-I-P, every time, you blink
Rise and shine, I was born a king
When the only thing
That made sense was to quit
I still never did, barely got a paycheck
All I did was fight, for the hell of it
Believed in me, when I was irrelevant
But now, it's getting hard to breath
With the weight of the world
I feel the pressure, on my knees
What you want me to be?
It's pretty difficult to leave, eat, sleep
Or even be a better me
Because, everywhere I turn
It's like I don' ever get relief
I don't like this
I'ma die quick
And it's my fault
I just write hits
I'm sick
HIgh five, dive in
I lie, don't like?
Okay, bye-bye'!
I cry out, but I don't want help
Yeah, I get scared, there'll be no one left
Gotta hold my breath, and be the best
Try'na walk this path, where no one steps
Yo, did I push too hard, tryna be a star?
You all expect me, to reach your bar
But I can't afford to move, that far
'Cause the gas light's on
Better sleep, in my car
You're proud of me, okay
But something's weird
It's hush time, now
Let me be unclear, undoubtedly
You might just hear
What's wrong in album three
Yeah, eyes on me, but I'm overlooked
Acting cool, callin' me a clone
Well, that's so cute
That's so cute
Yeah, if you don't respect
I'ma throw you in a panic room
That don't have no clues
Just sit there, while I get to laugh at you
Better drop that funny, little, attitude
An' watch, who you're talking to
No one told me, it'd be like this
I made "Me time," now, I'm selfish
It's a steep climb, I get restless
You don't realize, I'm a mess
I kill myself, with every record
Look, I hurt so much, I'm ashamed of me
Distract myself, from the painful things
I'm way too weak, it's embarrassing
I was made to bleed, don't stay, just leave
I'll be back, I'ma need a second
Knowin' me, I might not even need that
Rather be mad, than to be sad
So, to keep track, I don't feel bad, when I detach
What do we have? Gotta deep rap
Would you eat that, or would you feedback
Tellin' youth, that I need to relax, or the truth?
Written by: Tyse Nett
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