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15000000 easy
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Pop
15000000 easy was released on July 25, 2025 by torr as a part of the album CRASH BOGUS
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
Labeltorr
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
torr
torr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
torr
torr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
torr
torr
Producer

Lyrics

Get in my grips I go so hard
Been in my pocket, Avant Garde
Sycophantic, seeing stars
Bleeding out on my bass guitar
Micro-manage it, make it pop
Fifteen million more in stock
Living it five, to five o-clock
I don't wanna make no time to stop
Get in my grips I go so hard
Been in my pocket, Avant Garde
Sycophantic, seeing stars
Bleeding out on my bass guitar
Micro-manage it, make it pop
Fifteen million more in stock
Living it five, to five o-clock
I don't wanna make no time to stop
Get in my grips I go so hard
Been in my pocket, Avant Garde
Sycophantic, seeing stars
Bleeding out on my bass guitar
Micro-manage it, make it pop
Fifteen million more in stock
Living it five, to five o-clock
I don't wanna make no time to stop
(Get in my crib I go so hard)
There's something in the way
You’re whispering my name
Just the way you want
Supersonic blues
We’ll tie each other's shoes
And check the double knot
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
Those hands like honey, lips like glass
I K-hole in your lap
A soft machine, you like it just like that
Play puppets, we play house again
Your necklace chokes me out
Too bad your name is on the back of it
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
I'll be so easy for you
And I paint those pictures that you like
Little landscapes cropped around the sides
Constrict my body up at night
Using my face in candlelight
Just know I speak when spoken to
I can't talk pretty like you do
Discarding every afternoon
I keep it easier for you
I check my corners, softly step
I wake up grasping at my neck
The horns in the distance, freaking me out
Your little whispers talking me down
I'm staying sick for you
Just the way you want me to
Your left hands plugging my mouth
Right on the wound that's still bleeding out
No
No
No
No
Written by: torr
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