Tracks
Dead End
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Bleak, City, Dark, Dead End, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Ominous, Party, Street
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
83
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dead End
DEAD END
CHORUS
I guess this is just a dead end
It aint nothing but a dead end
We all stuck in a dead end
And its lookin like it's the end my friend
VERSE 1
Listen up dummy ima come and take your money
I aint seen nothin' funny cause its dark and never sunny
On my side of the street move them feet talk is cheap
Poppin' off shots when we in the jeep at the industry
'cause they cant compete swerving sippin syrup
mixed with Hennessy I cant believe my enemies
surrounded by stupidity I smoke and get lucidity
I told you its my city G I roll up in them clubs
And get poonanny like im 50 ya hear a me
But ya never seen me get with me
I like my beats filty keep it so gully
I got money round my belly just in case they
Want to tell me that they'll lock me up
And then toss the key my philosophy
I got mouths to feed ima do what I need to do
Make'em bleed im on the run internationally
Bla bla bla bla that's all they heard
This aint my first my second one its bound to be my 3rd
I thought you understood never come into my neighborhood
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So gangsta that I never said its all good
Im down with the blood's the Crip's and the young thugs
From a young age I was crazy call me youngblood
Down with CPT LBC and every hood im insane for my baby mama
Can yo come and save me mama im caught up all in this drama
Hot as a sauna smoking Marijuana or cocoa puffs
You know I need it times getting rough and all yo buff
Faker hater perpetrator's ima kill ya like a game
Like we all been playin space invader's then I run a train
Im sick like Rick James in the basement with chains
Putting blunts out on ya brain ima keep it all cocked
I got it locked down like them fools in san quen
And I got a hand in every single game that y'all wanna play
Dirty harry make my day before you could say it
Ill have you laid out on the street blood seepin from your and 1's
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Im insane for my baby mama
Can you come and save me mama
Im caught up all in this drama
Come and save me
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