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Jordan D. Mitchell

Jordan D. Mitchell is a talented musical artist known for their captivating vocals and soulful songwriting. Their music seamlessly blends elements of pop, R&B, and jazz, creating a unique and unforgettable sound. With heartfelt lyrics and melodic hooks, Jordan D. Mitchell has quickly gained a dedicated fanbase and continues to make waves in the music industry. more »

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I'll apologize later
I applaud all my haters
You niggas hid under radar
I claim my seat at the table 
I'll apologize later
But now I'm talking big mess
I lost it all once before 
Shit I'd kill for a check 

I come from Stockton, my story written with caution 
Claiming her man fled the city but in truth lil bitch shot him 
We don't take kind to gossip, bitch my city is popping
If you ask about the mud, Im throwing dub then crip walking 
If I see you run up, then my goons steady busting 
Leave a hole in yo head like ya third eye was open 
Then we rob the mortician flip yo grave for a budget
Sell it back to your mama call that profit a hauntin 
I borrow bars from hades spitting fire with flavor 
And if you hoes talking shit I be like crunk pull the lever 
Leave yo body dismembered, f*ck yo girl as a favor,
She set yo bitch ass up, we planned it back in December 
Thats why I can't trust these hoes, dollar signs own my foes
My story written in gold, your fiction written in bold
If I pull up set trippin, know you pulled up loan 
You fake banging a nigga set know some blood gon be owed 

I'll apologize later
I applaud all my haters
You niggas hid under radar
I claim my seat at the table 
I'll apologize later
But now I'm talking big mess
I lost it all once before 
Shit I'd kill for a check 

I remember back in the day, making beats in conway,
Yo baby momma a thot, she gave me top in the lot
Posted up in the mall, that when Evan got caught
The f*ck you robbin for when we here shooting shots?
Charter Way in mcdonalds playing dice fighting niggas
The police pull up they tripping, we dipping like its an eviction  
Dirty Sprite I'm feeling right, where the f*ck is the bitches?
They pulled up to the crib, bitch I ain't given you children 
See when all is said and done, know that a nigga had made it 
I rose from the flames and to the world I'm greatest
No veras mañana, my mama raised damn prophet
Why when real nigga die that when they labor acknowledged
I rap, I trap, I compose the symphony sampled 
I'm black, I'm back, got the chopper under my flannel 
I'll die for my niggas, and all my hoes will attack
anybody that oppose me tell my foes it a wrap.

I'll apologize later
I guess later is now
I guess you should hear me out  
Your love held me down  

I'll apologize later
I guess later is now
I guess I should stay around
Your love made me doubt

Myself (Myself)
Myself (Myself)
Myself (Myself)
Myself (Myself)

In autumn I will die, with the angels that do lie
Tell my niggaz, tell my bitches tell em all i said goodbye
I hope mama will not cry, I hope christian will get bye 
I hope winter lives her life, I hope Paris is alright 

Knuck before you buck nigga, All these people artificial 
Running from them guns nigga, all them people tryna kill you
Mama said be better,  but the hatred in me simmers
I don't owe nobody shit, motha f*ck the bill collectors 
I might have to go to heaven, just to kick it with my fellas
I'm asking diamond for forgiveness, she got forced in prostitution
You know the cops still beating niggas, civil rights is an illusion 
If I die this fucking early, then this song is my conclusion 

I'm sorry for saying I love you when I know that I didn't
I'm sorry for getting mad then I enforce our distance 
I'm sorry for the niggas who had unfaithful bitches 
I'm sorry for the misogyny blatant in my lyrics 
I'm sorry that your selfish and you don't think that I listen 
I'm sorry that I'm dying and kept that shit a secret
I'm sorry that I love you when your mind hates the attention 
I'm sorry suicide didn't work but keep on living

Mama beaten by some niggas, If I see em I'm a kill em 
She prayed till she forgave em, And I stayed with hate conditioned 
I'm wounded and I'm livid, my spirit beaten with switches 
Aunty mary died and I ain't know that she was tweaking
My cousin 51/50 because the doctors do not  get her
My sister battling depression, and I wish I could be there 
I been falling in my debt, bet this gun make us equals
I don't care if you rich,bitch we robbing all of the people 

I'm sorry for saying that I'll call when I never respond
I'm sorry for getting in your feelings when I led yo ass on  
I'm sorry for the women who in love with a dog
I'm sorry for the misogyny inside all my songs
I'm sorry that your selfish and you don't think that I listen 
I'm sorry that I'm dying and kept that shit a secret    
I'm sorry that she changed you now you don't trust ya niggas
I'm sorry that I can't help you cuz I've been my demons

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