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Bruddas
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Bruddas adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Abstract Music tarafından 9 Ağustos 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıBruddas - Single
9 Ağustos 2024
FirmaAbstract Music
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BPM86
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Valence
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I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys
Lately thinking bout my brudda
No we not related we don’t share the same mother
Grew up out of poverty
We came straight out the gutter
when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover
And I still send flowers to your door
Know I see red know it’s time for war
And I still break down from that call
Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor
And when we was locked in that room we was poor
Trynna get some money turn a 2 into a 4
I wish I could wake up
Without thinking this is real
Some my **** locked up
And some of em in the field
Two my brother gon you know Im’a kill it
Every time I touch this mic you know I feel it
I just gotta go through life go through life without you
Wishing you was there I feel lost without you
I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys
Lately thinking bout my brudda
No we not related we don’t share the same mother
Grew up out of poverty
We came straight out the gutter
when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover
And I still send flowers to your door
Know I see red know it’s time for war
And I still break down from that call
Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor
Steady calling on your phone hoping you pick up
These diamonds on my chain got me thinking of ya
Pictures on my wall in the memory of ya
And I’ma go to war with this pain behind ya
They told me put these guns down and I couldn’t do it
I told these **** that they pussy if they isn’t prove it
Get back against the wall I promise only time I do it
I wish to God that I was dead when these **** shootin
I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys
Lately thinking bout my brudda
No we not related we don’t share the same mother
Grew up out of poverty
We came straight out the gutter
when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover
And I still send flowers to your door
Know I see red know it’s time for war
And I still break down from that call
Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor
This shit hurt so bad I wouldn’t wish it
Sometimes I wan talk other times I be distant
They said this a big city so I can fish it
Picking the wrong women you know I need healing
They say put the bottle down but baby I been feeling it
The only thing that made me feel so why would I get rid of it
I know my brudda see me right now I be shivering
And I’m catching chills from these bars I’m delivering
(I miss you)
I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys
Lately thinking bout my brudda
No we not related we don’t share the same mother
Grew up out of poverty
We came straight out the gutter
when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover
And I still send flowers to your door
Know I see red know it’s time for war
And I still break down from that call
Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor
Written by: Rachel Johnson, Shawn Nugent
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