Katannah - Bring It Home

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I be coming up with shit that's mad inappropriate
My bitch ain't rocking red, she must be anti-soviet
If you think i'm handsome then so be it, i don't care
Dreams of having mansions and opiates, twist my hair
Why y'all walk around like a bunch of strong men
This 2023 and you ain't tarzan
I'm hotter than a pan that i cook my bars in
I'm unempathetic, you won't get a pardon
I excel at wordplay, i don't need to prove my point
Only thing you spark up is a lighter and a joint
I won't leave you nothing like my ass is from detroit
I give you my word i will never disappoint
They purposely put me in a disadvantage
That don't really matter cause ho, i'm not average
I'm the type of nigga that you cannot manage
Why would i spend my time with a bad bad bitch

Yeah, yeah i do not really care, care
You can stop here and stare, stare
Bullshit's up in the air, air
Yeah, yeah i do not really care, now
You can stop here and stare, now
Bullshit's up in the air, yeah

I was down low, didn't have a dollar to my name
Messing with hoes, that only caused stress in my brain
I wish i could make a copy of me
My mini me's, hundred of these, like centipedes i want my peace
Give em a piece, they take ocean
Feel that shit go with the motion
Imma say so just like doja
Why you acting braggadocious
I'm not gonna rhyme cause nigga i can
My health got better since the sun started shining
I'm juggling school, work, and all of this rap shit
I'm ready to see the ocean without these mothafuckers
Practicing perfect pronunciation p-p-p
Tannah got tendencies to take the t-t-t-t
Sitting inside of my skoda sipping on a soda
My girl don't need makeup cause her skin is t-terracotta
Yeah, yeah i do not really care, care
You can stop here and stare, stare
Bullshit's up in the air, air
Yeah, yeah i do not really care, now
You can stop here and stare, now
Bullshit's up in the air, yeah

Song Description:

"Bring It Home" by Katannah is a bold and unapologetic track that showcases the artist's unique style and lyrical prowess. The song touches on themes of self-confidence, success, and overcoming obstacles. Katannah's witty wordplay and confident delivery make for an engaging listening experience. The catchy chorus and infectious beat will have listeners nodding along and feeling empowered. Overall, "Bring It Home" is a standout track that highlights Katannah's talent and individuality in the music industry.

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