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Hangman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hangman was released on September 3, 2021 by Tia Carys as a part of the album Hangman - Single
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Release DateSeptember 3, 2021
LabelTia Carys
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM106

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tia Carys
Tia Carys
Vocals
Toddla T
Toddla T
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tia Carys
Tia Carys
Composer
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Composer
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toddla T
Toddla T
Producer
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't even bother, we don't do apologies
We tight with trust, even the bros come with warranty
They know I'm so slow the phone and they onto me
They know I don't go with the flow, I'm the anomaly
Thursday three-way, Monday monogamy
My favourite rappers wan' pose with a prodigy
They say you packing more than bro, I'm saying probably
So they still love me on the road, I hold authority
Skippy with it, if he blow a budget like a mini midget
Tee, don't touch it, see, he got to budget, so that sticky, innit?
Wanna make me happy, take me Hakky, I ain't gonna give in
Funds ain't fat, he must be loving off the skinny women
[Verse 2]
My old ways, I don't stay, I don't claim
Uh, role play, be no face and no case
And the whole day, I don't hold bae, that's so bait
So I don't pose for the photos, no way
[Verse 3]
I put at man down, we going gang now
I don't know why you choose
And if you hang 'round, we playing hangman
And set you up to lose
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
[Verse 4]
Fuck the 'Gram, I'm getting followed in real life
I'm in sections with legends now, but something don't feel right
And I gotta fly with a money man, find me a honey that
I ain't ownin' nothing and he still mine
Cunch grown girl, I'm getting love from the hood right?
Sums with sons beach these bitches can't cook
It's money in crip and ain't no blood in my drip
They bussin' their silly props, I got this prof' for my wrist
And I ain't silly, I been sinnin' the most, huh
And I been chilly but never this cold
I know the city want me pretty and posed, na-na-na-na-na
[Verse 5]
And my old ways, I ain't play, I made paper
I'm boosting my cup with this juice and no chaser
No saints, still I stayed my own saviour
No handouts, no mates, and no favours
[Verse 6]
I put at man down, we going gang now
I don't know why you choose
And if you hang 'round, we playing hangman
And set you up to lose
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
[Verse 7]
I put at man down, we going gang now
I don't know why you choose
And if you hang 'round, we playing hangman
And set you up to lose
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
What the hand gon' do?
You touch me, they touch you
Written by: Adrian McLeod, Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Tia Carys
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