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{"id":267652,"created_at":"2022-07-19 18:44:57","updated_at":"2024-05-17 05:42:58","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-07-19 18:44:57","original_id":null,"artist_id":47119,"title":"A Song prod. Greezy Murda (Track 6)","slug":"a-song-prod-greezy-murda","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":9557,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"I think I'm dead cause my body turned cold,\r\nSnorting on the pills My feelings exposed,\r\nBleeding from the nose a nigga is real, \r\nWorking on myself I wanna heal,-\r\nSeeking happy in every single thing I suppose,\r\nAs I wipe on the dust left on my nose;\r\nNerves shut down my lines become bold,\r\nAs I breathe life, flowers unfold;-\r\nRocks turn into gold,-\r\nShining the light of a God,\r\nTelling my sins and the end I'm not pure.\r\nLucy on my shoulder starting a war,\r\nPlaying mind games my choices ain't sure,\r\nBut keep falling for the same damn flaws.\r\nPray I never take it too far,\r\nLose a house and the clothes for one rock\r\nTo My niggas out there hope you not lost.\r\nTo Allies I crossed hope you not cross,\r\nWe'll meet again our lines will cross again.","download_count":64,"play_count":1,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-05-17","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/62d\/6ce\/f9c\/thumb_857765_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}

Song Lyrics:

I think I'm dead cause my body turned cold, Snorting on the pills My feelings exposed, Bleeding from the nose a nigga is real, Working on myself I wanna heal,- Seeking happy in every single thing I suppose, As I wipe on the dust left on my nose; Nerves shut down my lines become bold, As I breathe life, flowers unfold;- Rocks turn into gold,- Shining the light of a God, Telling my sins and the end I'm not pure. Lucy on my shoulder starting a war, Playing mind games my choices ain't sure, But keep falling for the same damn flaws. Pray I never take it too far, Lose a house and the clothes for one rock To My niggas out there hope you not lost. To Allies I crossed hope you not cross, We'll meet again our lines will cross again.

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