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41
15.865
Hip-Hop/Rap
41 adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Pouya Records / EMPIRE tarafından 29 Nisan 2016 tarihinde yayınlandıUnderground Underdog
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Çıkış Tarihi29 Nisan 2016
FirmaPouya Records / EMPIRE
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM84

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pouya
Pouya
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Getter
Getter
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I got no gas in the whip, no cash in my wallet
No one on my dick, no missed calls from your bitch
What's goin' on with me? I used to be the man
Nobody's pullin' up to my show no more
They sick and tired of the same old
But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho
Suicidal, you know how that thing go
I used to ride around and bang it in my four door
Couldn't step outside without somebody askin' me for photos
[Verse 3]
Now it seems like nobody know me
I haven't heard a word from none of my homies
My bitch left me, I'm lonely
Somebody set me up, tried to wet me up
Bullets in the windshield of my Acura
Luckily they wasn't accurate, I wish they took my life
Twenty one was fun, but forty wasn't right
I hate my kids, hate my wife
What to do? Where to go? My Soundcloud don't play no more
I gotta get it on the low, I hope they do knock on my door
What to do? Where they go? My Soundcloud don't play no more
I hope they don't knock on my door, hey
[Verse 4]
The bills due and the walls got some mildew
I been lookin' at this bottle, wonder what these pills do
My dog died in the hallway
I been lookin' at the ceilin' cryin' all day
My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks
My bitch sucks, haven't even got my dick sucked
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck
I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for the bucks, yeah
[Verse 5]
I used to be a veteran, now I'm feelin' like a rookie
My bitch don't give up the cookie, I'ma have to call a hooker
Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho
I been savin' up my change for a rainy day
I shoulda listened to them things my mama had to say
I put myself in this predicament, my life is nothin', man
I wish that I could finish it
I'm workin' for a man that's workin' for a man who's for a middle me
Get me outta here, sick of sheddin' tears
I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire
But now I'm strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers
With the .44, do I have to mention I'm different?
Might just pawn the double S necklace
I can't deal with all of this pressure, what to do with all of these records?
Tryna rebuild an empire, can't even put myself together
[Verse 6]
Yeah, the bills due and the walls got some mildew
I been lookin' at this bottle, wonder what these pills do
My dog died in the hallway
I been lookin' at the ceilin' cryin' all day
My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks
My bitch sucks, haven't even got my dick sucked
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck
I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for the bucks, yeah
Written by: Kevin Pouya
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