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This song is about built up stress, anxiety and depression after dealing with a DUI that eventually gets let out. Keywords: Sad Jail Story angry anxious aggressive big bouncy chaotic confused contemplative dark down heavy haunting melancholy meditative reflective sad searching ominous foreboding powerful tension terror urban video game driving hard double bass drum machine electric guitar vocals 90s 21st century 2000s
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Lyrics:
Hunnid Days
12 locked me up
Drunk off the Deep End
Eyes went Black
(Yeah my eyes went black like Yuh)
I'm glad I didn't
Have the Grey Bookbag
With Pack
(Oh not the Grey Bookbag like Nah)
Sit in the trunk
Right from the Blood
Who had the strap
(Who had the strap like wha?)
12 stays suspicious
When you live at Merrimac
(You betta watch ya back)
They put me in Jail
For detox I will keep it real
My homies ain't shit
I can tell
Only 3 looked for Bail
Fugazzi as hell
Like that illegal search
These Feds
Stay looking for merch
But only found an empty
Beer Bottle
Stay fuckin each other
Like a brothel
Lowkey with the cheese & the lettuce
Load it up and serve it
Like a fucking Taco
Probation I was on
Niggas ran through
Finger on the trigger
What can I can do?
It felt the same way
On a 100 days
Walk the line
Said the boys in Blue
Breathalyzer was the test
Now it's in my car
Tried my fuckin' best
Didn't get far
Wait a minute
Hit this shit again
5 minutes pass
I can never win
…
You over there acting tough
Throwing hooks at me
Cuz of my life is not as rough
As a gangsta or your favorite rapper
Well let me tell you somethin'
It gets OD
With depression & stressing
It gets OD
When Anxiety's present
It gets OD
When 12 is quick
To grab the glock
Up & down the block
This is Aftershock
12 locked me up
Drunk off the Deep End
Eyes went Black
(Yeah my eyes went black like Yuh)
I'm glad I didn't
Have the Grey Bookbag
With Pack
(Oh not the Grey Bookbag like Nah)
Sit in the trunk
Right from the Blood
Who had the strap
(Who had the strap like wha?)
12 stays suspicious
When you live at Merrimac
(You betta watch ya back)
I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
Some say that
Blue Lives Matter
I say Paint It Black
