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tension
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Hip-Hop/Rap
tension was released on May 30, 2025 by PlanetZero as a part of the album Creation Story
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
LabelPlanetZero
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Callum Wall
Callum Wall
Rap
Timothy Richburg
Timothy Richburg
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Callum Wall
Callum Wall
Songwriter
Timothy Richburg
Timothy Richburg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Callum Wall
Callum Wall
Producer
Timothy Richburg
Timothy Richburg
Producer

Lyrics

If I tell him that I need it, give a fuck 'bout what he do
Said my uncle run round New York with a hammer and some—
If I tell him that I need it, give a fuck 'bout what he do
Said my uncle run round New York with a hammer—
Aye, the money switch accounts like it got VAC banned
Four doors, twenty deep, rolling in a black van
Cold sores how I get shit poppin, I got traction
Money in the safe in case I run into the tax man
She said I treat her so much better than her last man
I got him mad but I just laugh at his reaction
Hit the block, the choppa sounding like the Scatman
I don't give a fuck if he fell off, that's just what happens
I'm fucked up, one more shot, I'm seven deep
That hoe love drugs, kick her out, don't want no felonies
I got bud, serve it in a cup, I'm tryna save the trees
She in love, she gon' need some surgeries to save her knees
She think I'm sick, I told that hoe don't play with me
I'm a pretty bitch with Onitsuka on my feet
She want expensive shit but she don't give me what I need
I got big shit out in Cabo
Big shit in Morocco
I'm from San Diego, fuck thirty dollars for a taco
I slam this Prius into potholes
Chip nachos
Watch how you talking to the boss, yeah, to the hauncho
I got bandos in Orlando
In my trap I'm Van Gogh
In my trap Sopranos
Shipping keys like a piano
Betty said I'm guapo, muy guapo
Every day look like I hit the lotto
Said Rico Nasty call on me if you need like anything
Choppa come, blow anything
Make his hands do Kenny G
Got more connects than Kenny Beats
She wanna do any anything
She wanna spend on Fendi things
I love to drink down Hennything
Post up in Egypt like the Sphinx
173, that **** blink
I smoke that puff and it stink
I buy that coat, buy that mink
Crazy bitch goin' bite at me
I know your hoe invited me
I know your hoe invited me
I know your hoe inviting me
She beggin but I'm tryna leave, she know that I'm not tryna see her
Just one puff and I'm fucked up, I'm smoking Hurricane Katrina
I pulled up in that '04 DeVille, two-tone, it look like ENA
I'll be pouring, pouring, pouring till I hit the floor like Tisa
I need more and more and more until my bro quit swappin visas
I'm out touring, I got bitches smashing windows just to see us
Don't got plans but I might link lil shorty if I really feel her
Fuck the Vans, I'm boutta hit the bowl in Ann Demeulemeester
Told my boys at Visa, erase a couple things, it's tax season
Got my shooter livestreaming to my crib, I'm backseating
Way my phone be lighting up, I got this burna central heating
If I slide, you're seeing headlines, I'm Baby Buster Keaton
Bitch, I'm super baby heathen
Saks Fifth and Neiman
If my house a hotel, it's twelve stars European
Said the UN knows I'm strapped in all twenty-two regions
I'm in this bitch fighting aliens and shit, I'm Gordon Freeman
She say she wish we never fell out, I said "Baby, get it straight"
Told my plug "I'm feeling generous, here's eighty for an eighth"
Said he struggling for motion, I'm like "Damn, I can't relate"
Put my pockets on Wegovy, they been lookin overweight
I'mma need a couple hunnid if you book me out of state
Think the banks are out of money, way I'm standing on this pape
My hoes hate each other, they got Total Drama, Chris McLean
Keep it quiet when I'm with the Preacher's Daughter, Ethel Cain
Will he ever touch my bracket? Had to tell him, "Bitch, never"
You ain't a hero, so when I step up in the bank, don't get clever
You ain't gouda, make him black and bleu 'cause he don't get cheddar
You and your mans gon' keep bleeding if you don't apply that pressure
He must love the way it feel when he sleeping on that stretcher
If I crack another bitch, they gon' call me Black Pepper
Smoking OG stupid pack, it got me talking to my dresser
And they test me like I won't up whatever at whoever
Written by: Callum Wall, Timothy Richburg
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