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Amnesia
Hip-Hop/Rap
Amnesia was released on September 5, 2025 by BOMEGROWN ENT. as a part of the album Lost Moments - EP
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelBOMEGROWN ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Smalls
Robert Smalls
Drum Machine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Smalls
Robert Smalls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Mercado
Kenny Mercado
Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch, I'm him, and I don't gotta say it again
If I'm sendin' them shots, then I'm leavin' you bent
No fishbowl, I'm a ride in the tint
I'm on it, no fib, no snoop, but I roll with the gen
Five, I'm in the getty, I'm lit
You not invited, you cannot get in
She ain't a baddie if she ain't a ten
If she a seven, she gotta bring friends
Givin' em dick and then that is the end
Don't gotta do this shit ever again, you hear me
For real, bitch
It's just pussy, no need to stress
You can give that shit all to the next
You can give that shit back to your BD
Talkin' like he gon' put hands on who
Ain't never showed his proof
I stay on the side, he can meet me
Yeah, we can meet up anyway, I'm solo
Let his main bitch go from the chokehold
Bet it bounce back like a pogo, whoa, whoa, whoa
Aura, it ring like a harmony
You feel it when you approachin' me
Fully equipped like a armory
Even you bitches get wet up
Don't even trust 'em whenever she close to me
I feel all this shit is a setup
That's why I'm keepin' a ghost when I roll
Trustin' my gut, never let up
Smokin' so much, I can sit with God
Ain't no rental, but I've been to Enterprise
Brick by the brick with the fam
No friends, they all gotta sit aside
I ain't get a checkup when I was down
Unresponsive ain't nobody 'round
It's funny how they leave me out of their plans now they need a job to see my eyes
Hm, she showin' out in my DM
Been did the rounds with this BM
Makin' her drown in the seaman
Fuck on the whore, but she ain't mine
Ain't claimin' none that won't stay with I
Never givin' my love, that's a major crime
Let you in, that ain't makin' no sense
Cut you off, 'cause you tryna bend the lines
Hurt them all, ain't got no feelings
Fuck em
I'm tryna fuck her, what's up
I ain't savin' these hoes, I'm a whole villain
Long way from a broke ****
Been down enough, I need more wins
High for a month, took four pills
I had to sleep in the grow field
Made it up back 'cause I'm bold
Bitch, I'm a boss, 'cause I walk in and I pick what I want
They so astonished, I keep them in awe
I told a baby to pick up a jaw
(Pick it up, pick it up, woo)
Pick up the litter, I came in with Kash
Drippin' in Christian they sayin' my Lord
Way too official, but I ain't the law
Go where I want, 'cause I come with the fire
Written by: Robert Smalls
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