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Amari

Amari was born and raised in the Toronto suburb, Brampton. Her love for music began in her elementary years, where she discovered her sincerest passions for songwriting, poetry, and the piano. Amari is a published poet with the Poetry Institute of Canada, where her poem titled “I Have Seen” can be found in their national anthology titled “Passages of the Heart.” She then began posting her works to Instagram (@amariflows), where she found her way to Trouble Trouble — a multi-Platinum producer who’s worked with the likes of NAV and Lil Durk. Since September, 2020, they’ve been working closely on introspective masterpieces that have been making its way to the eyes of the public since March of 2021. She then collaborated with globally recognized Punjabi-Canadia… more »

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I can't tell if time is running out
Or am I moving too fast
Nothing really matters, but I know you knew that
Talking 'bout what matters, but you ain't into that
You ain't into that
I don't know if time is running out
Are the days going by slow, did they pass?
Mama say slow down, but I don't care if I crash
Life just now slowed down and I'd be blessed if it lasts
I'd be blessed if I last
Too many rough nights
Too many club nights
Too many days feeling okay then hating some nights
Too many jump sights
Too many gun fights
Too many days that turn to nights that turn to sunlight, I
I can't stay sober
Eyes falling weak, I'm losing my composure
I call it weak, can't even hold my shoulders
Losing composure, nah
I can't stay sober
Eyes falling weak, I'm losing my composure
I call it weak, can't even hold my shoulders
Losing composure, nah
I can't tell if
I can't tell if time is running out, it's telling
I'm losing my mind, I'm shouting out, I'm yelling
And ain't nobody helping
Ain't nobody hear me
So I don't mind if time is running out
I might drive just to crash
Wish I could pass the 220 on the dash
Or you could pass the 22 that might just blast
I might've meant to do that
Too many rough nights
Too many club nights
Too many days feeling okay then hating some nights
Too many jump sights
Too many gun fights
Too many days that turn to nights that turn to sunlight, I
I can't stay sober
Eyes falling weak, I'm losing my composure
I call it weak, can't even hold my shoulders
Losing composure, nah
I can't stay sober
Eyes falling weak, I'm losing my composure
I call it weak, can't even hold my shoulders
Losing composure, nah

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