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Things Fall Apart
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Things Fall Apart adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Bobby Raps Inc tarafından 17 Kasım 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıThings Fall Apart - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi17 Kasım 2023
FirmaBobby Raps Inc
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM83

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Richardson
Robert Richardson
Songwriter
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Songwriter

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Most things fall apart
Blowin' on the gas while I'm chillin' in the car
Knowing that everything fall apart
I knew that everything, I take it too far
Yeah
Once things fall apart
Steppin' on the gas while I'm speeding in my car
Ignoring every text message I ever got
Hopin' lil shawty not scared of the dark
Too high to cry, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Too blessed to stress, yeah
Too tired to drive, yeah
Too scared to care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about nothing no more
Except this cash on me
Lil' kid, keep a bag on me (Yeah)
Bitch broke my heart, now my dog got a tat on me (Yeah)
Did my dirt alone 'cause everybody finna tattle on me
I don't talk to myself, in the backroom
Coked out bitch in the bathroom snortin' white lines
Shawty told me white lies, I turn my brain to fried rice
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I fuck her 'til I paralyze her (Uh, yeah)
I'm perced up off at the crib on a Friday night
Veteran, I'm OG, boy just some tiny Tikes
Violence in my fantasies, I feel like I am Michael Myers
I'm more fire than fire fighters, higher than sky diver
These bitches look like some food, yeah, I might try her
Passed out at 7PM, 'cause I'm quite tired
That bitch was rolling so hard, it's like she got five tires
Vyves supplier, crew went out, and I don't need no pair of plyers (Yeah)
It's very fried, I can verify it
Lil' bitty bitch gon' burn me, I'm not scared of fire
You be telling everything like you wear a wire
Hop off in the big thing, don't know where I'm driving
Once things fall apart
Used to blow the gas with the gang at the park
Now I'm by myself in this super-charged car
Ignoring superstars, I didn't mean to take it this far (Yeah)
Too high to cry (Yeah)
Too blessed to stress (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too tired to drive right now
Too scared to care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too fried to lie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too lit to trip
Not here or there
Too scared to care (Yeah, yeah)
My new baby look like she coulda been in Destiny's Child (Yeah)
Juiced up off them steroids, I feel like Mark McGwire (Um, yeah)
I didn't tell you I ain't with the shits 'cause bitch, I'm not a liar
I don't wanna talk right now 'cause I don't feel like socialising (Yeah)
We don't gotta vocalise it (Yeah)
Just try to be open minded (Yeah, yeah)
I can tell you social climber (Yeah)
I had to put myself in a different environment
Run a bag up, need twenty three fireman
I did too much psilocybin
My bitch bought herself a car, I think she spent like seventy eight thousand
I'll get a renegader, you been in a real situation get rattled
Every time I see champagne, call the toast
You remind me of the night I got shot up
I done lived through ghost stories, I'm not haunted
I just did more drugs than Hunter S. Thompson
Five different substances inside me, I might vomit (Yeah, yeah)
Need to think about myself more often
I have trust issues
Substance abuse
I can't tell when you're not telling me the truth
Most things fall apart
Stepping on the gas when I'm chilling in the car
Ignoring every text message I ever got
And I already know I was gonna take it too far (Too far)
Too high to drive
Too blessed to stress
Too tired to drive
Too scared to care
Too fried to lie
Too lit to trip
Too scared to care
I'm too scared, I'm too scared
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Written by: Matt Squire, Robert Richardson
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