Banana
E.K. Bunch Lyrics
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For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
I cannot sleep
I hit the beach and talk to God
Not sure she listen
Shout to Bre
He pushin P
He keep a pistol
Protected by the heater and them girls that play with crystals
So don't send no shots, we sending missiles
Quit the talkin, we dismiss you like a teacher
Hope it rings a bell
Send you boys to hell, won't wish you well
Won't even miss you
Niggas trippin'
Might just rip you like some tissue
Keep a balance for my mental
AJ sent the instrumental
Now I'm bleeding on the beat
(Bleed on the beat)
Just like a menstrual
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
These ain't songs
These bitches letters to my former self
On the edge of death, little life was left
Felt like final breaths
Crackin' eggs, I'm out my shell
I'm a bomb 'em, not Michelle
Share yo secrets, I won't tell
It's a sure thing, not Miguel
But now it's fuck you, burn in hell
Forget about you, might as well
Writing songs to quench my thirst
Writing songs, I put in work
I'm tryna get better, put me first
Can't trust these niggas, that's the worst
Stay true to self, not from the dirt
But I can't lie, ain't know my worth
The lyrics of E.K. Bunch's song "Banana" are about the artist's trust in his intuition and his refusal to associate with "silly niggas" who are not really his friends. Bunch compares these individuals to snakes in the grass, with their hissing acting as a warning. The artist also reflects on his struggles with insomnia, and his attempts to connect with a higher power on the beach.
Bunch's lyrics demonstrate a sense of self-awareness and consciousness that is not always present in contemporary rap music. He speaks about his hopes and fears with vulnerability, acknowledging the difficulty of staying true to himself and recognizing his own self-worth. In this way, "Banana" is a reflection on the personal growth and development of an individual in the face of adversity.
Overall, the song is a testament to the power of trusting one's intuition and remaining true to oneself, even in difficult and uncertain times.
Line by Line Meaning
Trust my intuition
I rely on my gut feeling
For fruition
To achieve my goals
Snakes up in the grass
People can be deceiving
I hear em hissing
I can sense their negativity
Swear that he my dawg
I thought he was my friend
But he really isn't
But he wasn't genuine
Couple isms
A few observations
On a mission
Working toward my goals
I ain't dissing
I'm not disrespecting anyone
Switched positions
Cutting off toxic people
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
Don't associate with insincere people
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
Don't associate with insincere people
I cannot sleep
I'm restless
I hit the beach and talk to God
I find solace in nature and faith
Not sure she listen
Not sure if my prayers are being heard
Shout to Bre
Acknowledging someone
He pushin P
He's selling drugs
He keep a pistol
He carries a gun for protection
Protected by the heater and them girls that play with crystals
He's protected by weapons and people who believe in the power of crystals
So don't send no shots, we sending missiles
Don't provoke us, we'll retaliate strongly
Quit the talkin, we dismiss you like a teacher
Stop talking, we don't want to hear you
Hope it rings a bell
Hope you understand what I'm saying
Send you boys to hell, won't wish you well
We'll send you to a bad place, we won't pray for you
Won't even miss you
We won't remember you
Niggas trippin'
People are acting crazy
Might just rip you like some tissue
We might hurt you badly
Keep a balance for my mental
I take care of my mental health
AJ sent the instrumental
Someone sent me a beat
Now I'm bleeding on the beat
Now I'm pouring my emotions into the music
(Bleed on the beat)
Just like a menstrual
Like a menstrual cycle, it's cyclical
These ain't songs
My music is more than just songs
These bitches letters to my former self
My music is letters to my past self
On the edge of death, little life was left
I was on the brink of dying
Felt like final breaths
It felt like my last moments
Crackin' eggs, I'm out my shell
Breaking out of old habits
I'm a bomb 'em, not Michelle
I'm going to attack them, not negotiate like Michelle Obama
Share yo secrets, I won't tell
You can confide in me, I won't reveal it
It's a sure thing, not Miguel
It's a certainty
But now it's fuck you, burn in hell
Now, I hate you and wish you harm
Forget about you, might as well
Might as well move on
Writing songs to quench my thirst
Writing music to satisfy my emotional needs
Writing songs, I put in work
I work hard on my music
I'm tryna get better, put me first
I'm working on self-improvement
Can't trust these niggas, that's the worst
People are not trustworthy, and that's a terrible thing
Stay true to self, not from the dirt
Be authentic, not fake
But I can't lie, ain't know my worth
But I'll admit, I don't always recognize my own value
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Kuylen Johnson
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