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Menace
Hip-Hop/Rap
Menace was released on February 10, 2025 by FAZZA STUDIOS as a part of the album Menace - Single
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Release DateFebruary 10, 2025
LabelFAZZA STUDIOS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FAZZA
FAZZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H Dewar
H Dewar
Songwriter
F Sanders
F Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FAZZA
FAZZA
Producer

Lyrics

Me and Fred in the good old days
Climbing on roofs, getting noise complaints
Throwing round dinner trays, living in suspended haze
Teenage menace craze, those were the good old days
Jim's trip from Dagenham, trippin' off container faze
Harlow's most loved, Harlow's most hated
Harlow's most wanted, Harlow's most rated
When the brotherhood became astray
On that fatal day, new rivalries made
Sat around the fire watching DVDs ablaze
This was our Teenage menace craze
Artist top pick, police here, now we dip
Tip toe tip, wrong door now we flip
Ain't giving lip, respectful as shit
His name is Anthony Smith
Stole some cars and now we drift
Living life to the fullest
Smooth sailing ship, accelerations rip
Tracks to snip, excuse me got a class to skip
Riding round in trollies, falling face down
Bro got a taste now"Do your laces", how?
Left our Teenage menace craze now
Feel the bass now, feel the bass now
Running from police just like yesterday
Coming up here, clarification to say
Here's Anthony Smith, I got the right way
Fred got searched by a male officer, call it foreplay
I was over here tryna do some roleplay
Tryna try and smack that bird's cheeks anyway
I gotta say, today was a good day
Now ima pass the mic, I need to make way
Running through the tracks like Colin McRae
Hiding from police, call that outplayed
Stop climbing cranes, everyone tries to say
I'm the smartest one at the end of the day
Police stopped in front of us, tried to do a search
Told the male officer, find a fucking church
Tried to walk away but that motherfucker lurched
Roof of construction site, we all fucking perched
Never gonna get those days back
Drinking alcohol like it was a snack
Can't get the knack for maturity
Now that everything's pure to me
Now all that's visible is my obscurity
Now all I have is a deep insecurity
That'll never be as good as it was
I wish there was a plausible cause
Looking back all I see is closed doors
Written by: F Sanders, H Dewar
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