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TYSON
Hip-Hop/Rap
TYSON was released on February 7, 2025 by 2837108 Records DK2 as a part of the album TYSON - Single
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Release DateFebruary 7, 2025
Label2837108 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gage Toy
Gage Toy
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gage Toy
Gage Toy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Bright
Phil Bright
Engineer

Lyrics

I'm pulling up shorts like I'm Poirier
Gotta let me translate
Give me an ashtray
Smoking these rappers when I don't even smoke
I'm like dope
Nose perking up when they know that I'm close
Hot like Wick when the candle burns quick
Piecing up a motherfucker like a Lego brick
Sweet with your parents like I'm Yung Gravy
Reaching for attention like I'm in 3-D
Give me my beat
Time to compete
Sweating and cooking like Jimmy, The Heat
Giving y'all mix-ups, Muhammad Ali
Calling me father when down on your knees
Needing my drink, Frozone say FREEZE
Hating my music but your friends want some more
Playing my music when your friends are just bored
YEAH
AYE
YEAH
AYE
Colliding I slide in, the pussy is wet so you call me Poseidon
I bite like a titan
I'm turning like Eren, go off like a lightning, exciting
I'm laughing like Luffy, bounce off of that lightning
I talk cause I'm fighting
I said that I bite but I really just fight like I'm Tyson
Like Mike? NO
I'm not a fighter
My bars will transpire
Comparing myself is like gas over coals
If you're turning me on
I've been there, it's just fire
Forget it though, forgettable
I'm trying to be so flexible
Dependable, Incredible
I'm placed on a pedestal
What's special though
It's even after every motherfucker told me
Keep it going, so I keep it flowing
Never knowing what my purpose trynna show me
Am I conscious
Now I lost it
Dropping songs, hot and cold, it's like I'm leaving on a faucet
I know I made it when I got your money in my wallet
How am I supposed to justify my right
When you never even understand I'm not that type of guy
Just another lonely dude that kind of likes to write
But it's like
Vietnam in my head, I'm handing out an ace
You screaming at the TV, won't say it to my face
Outlining all these bodies while I'm keeping up this pace
Using words never ammo, that's not the right trace
When I say outline, that's the line from my trace
Speak real dumb so I beg your pardon
Going for a block, walk, now I can't talk
Hand on my face like Caleb Martin
Now I got chalk, locked, I'm the one who knocks saying
Written by: Gage Toy
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