I Think There Is A Slight Chance I Am On Fire Ethereal
"I Think There Is A Slight Chance I Am On Fire" by Ethereal, released in 2023, blends #IndieRock with ethereal soundscapes. The lyrics explore themes of self-doubt, existential crisis, and the struggle for identity. Unique elements include haunting vocals and layered instrumentation, creating an immersive experience. The song resonates with listeners navigating personal turmoil, reflecting a growing cultural fascination with mental health in music.
[Intro]
Takes to make you happy, baby
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby (Baby uh, whatever it takes)
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby (Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh)
Love no more
[Verse 1]
I jumped in the rap game, I ain't have a name yet
Now I'm in the rap game killin niggas dead yeah
Shawty[?] love my mind, think she wanna have my baby
Now they mad at me because I'm out here scrеaming pay me
Trap like Bruce Waynе, I don't want the fame
In that gritty Jag, switchin lanes, blowin panes
And the gummy bag hold my strap, used to move work
Used to move hella brags now I move hella tracks
I ain't gotta prove my place and they gon tell you that
And the shoes everybody you should run that back
Doin fool work I cannot get down with that
Blow a true purp yall niggas just smokin bags
Used to foes out there hopin that niggas get caught up in drugs, money
Guns, pride, run dummy, don't die
Backwood birds flow, chill honey let's ride
It's no flaw in my aura I don't even gotta try ( Love no more
Whatever it ta-)
Takes to make you happy, baby
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby (Baby uh, whatever it takes)
Whatever it takes to make you happy, baby (Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh)
Love no more
[Verse 1]
I jumped in the rap game, I ain't have a name yet
Now I'm in the rap game killin niggas dead yeah
Shawty[?] love my mind, think she wanna have my baby
Now they mad at me because I'm out here scrеaming pay me
Trap like Bruce Waynе, I don't want the fame
In that gritty Jag, switchin lanes, blowin panes
And the gummy bag hold my strap, used to move work
Used to move hella brags now I move hella tracks
I ain't gotta prove my place and they gon tell you that
And the shoes everybody you should run that back
Doin fool work I cannot get down with that
Blow a true purp yall niggas just smokin bags
Used to foes out there hopin that niggas get caught up in drugs, money
Guns, pride, run dummy, don't die
Backwood birds flow, chill honey let's ride
It's no flaw in my aura I don't even gotta try ( Love no more
Whatever it ta-)
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