Lyrics: Cian D. Vazquez
Music: Nicolas M. Pepi
The trouble is comin’
I can’t run from it
Whats in
That bag I need like four hunned
I think somethin’
Along those lines would be ideal
Ideas merely mirror how I feel
But mirrors stay deceivin’
How the **** some people breathin’
Bro could tell you bout some shit you prolly won’t believe him
Even through the trouble I’m on fire overheatin’
Heebie Jeebies went I step sometimes cause people wish the worst
Divided fully yet united when it’s bout that purse
My heart’ll burst
Before I let the hurt affect my words feels deferred
Feels deferred reappointed elsewhere
Like shout out those who check up on my welfare
Some people talk bout soul but be so quick to sell theirs
Can’t tell where I’m really headed to
Roll through life with habits seem to be embedded too
I always pick the perfect pass like see the way I thread it through
The rent is due I’m in your head
Woke up heard a track you made and went right back to bed
I felt so ****in’ fed up
I’m rising in this makeshift oven I get my bread up
It’s all a set up
Still never let up
Like this a refined strategy
This shit a bop it’s Treeno C so it just had to be
WitT Pep up on the beat consistently a masterpiece
This duo should be shown in galleries in foreign galaxies
It had to be us
The industry factory sucks
It’s a fact that it’s **** give a damn if you rap all they clap is a hook that adapts to a track to leave TikTok shook
Shit got me pissed off look
We need bars and rhythm
Online prisons fueled by purchasing decisions
And social schisms is all we’re left with
Like really **** a real message
Everyone is defective
Everyday I stress this
What’s the price of all them payments what’s the price of all them lies
If it ain’t deep don’t deep it know that some struggle with pride
Me included
Previously alluded to that
And it’s a known analysis
And yet so hard to retract
I’m back