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Deep Wounds
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Deep Wounds was released on March 12, 2025 by 6440352 Records DK as a part of the album Deep Wounds - Single
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Release DateMarch 12, 2025
Label6440352 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Regalado
Daniel Regalado
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Regalado
Daniel Regalado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mikeytussin
mikeytussin
Producer

Lyrics

Said I came from the E and I moved to the west
If you got something to say, get that shit
Off your chest
Still can't believe that you took your last
Breath
Now you livin' in peace, momma get you some Rest
Down at the bottom, I always had less
Had to rock the same clothes, now look how I Dress
I'ma grind till I die, ain't Failin no test
Listen to all my pain, you can tell I been stressed
I just smoke on my Problems, the way that I cope
Know I go hard, every song that I wrote
And she play with my heart, thought this shit
Was a joke
I don't vent to nobody, I write in my notes
And this shit can get cold, I stay strapped wit a Coat
I ain't trustin' no ho, cause they fuck with the bros
I'ma get to the top, I'ma step on they throat
Gotta watch how they move, know I always stay
Woke
Man, these **** some hoes all these ****
Some fags
Ain't worried bout beef, I just want me a
Bag
If you run up on me, yo ass leave with a tag
I ain't goin' for shit, ****, better not lag
You don't know how It feel when you started In last
They ain give me my props for the **** I passed
She fuck with them broke-ass **** like, ho, you A bitch
I still don't know why I ain't crash
Ayy, I can't trip about hoes, cause that shit get me Thinkin
I'm on the way up, but I feel like I'm sinkin
You don't know how I feel, bitch, I came from
The deep end
I cut her ass off, I ain't even have a reason
This shit can get cold, bitch, any season
Like how it was summer n buddy still freezin
Pop out with them racks, bet, yo ho start to Cheesin
They told me drop lo, but no, **** be bleedin
I ran that shit up, got tha racks by myself
Ain't askin for shit, play the hand I was dealt
Ready for war, tryna give out this belt
And they speak on my name, but can't see what I Felt
Down at the bottom, ain't ask for no help
I kept the pole on the top of my shelf
Yo mama don't know you a gangsta
That ****, act out for the gram
Tell that lil' ****, stop it, just go be
Yourself
Said I came from the E, and I moved to the West
If you got some to say, get that shit
Off your chest
Still can't believe that you took your last
Breath
Now you livin' in peace, mama get you some
Rest
Down at the bottom, I always had less
Had to rock the same clothes, now look how I Dress
I'ma grind till I die, ain't failing no test
Listen to all of my pain, you can tell I been Stressed
Smoke all my problems the way that I cope
Know I go hard Every song that I wrote
And she play with my heart thought this shit was a Joke
I don't vent to nobody I write in my notes
And this shit can get cold I stay strapped with a Coat
I ain't trustin' no ho cause they fuck with the bros, I'ma get to the top I'ma step on they throat
Gotta watch how they move know I always stay Woke
Man, these ****, some hoes all these **** Some fags
Ain't worry about beef, I just want me a bag
If you run up on me, yo ass leave with a tag
I ain't goin' for shit, ****, better not lag
You don't know how It feel when you started in Last
They ain't give me my props for the **** I Passed
She fuck with them broke-ass **** like
Ho, you a bitch
I still don't know why I ain't crash
Ion vent to nobody I write in my notes, and this Shit can get cold
Still can't believe that you took your last breath
Now you livin' in peace, mama get you some rest
Down at the bottom, I always had less
Had to rock the same clothes, now look how I Dress
I'ma grind till I die, I ain't failing no test
Listen to all my pain, you can tell I been stressed
Written by: Daniel Lee Regalado
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