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Tooth Ache
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tooth Ache was released on August 14, 2025 by 1500 Records as a part of the album Tooth Ache - Single
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Release DateAugust 14, 2025
Label1500 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Postwar
Postwar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Patrick
Colin Patrick
Composer, Lyrics
DJ Cline
DJ Cline
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bleachh
Bleachh
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch I’m cookin’ up wit’ it
I’m gettin’ BUCK wit’ it
I’m mixin’ drugs
Only love
For the plug innit?
Pick and choose
Gettin’ looser
Off the juice wit’ it
Double deuce
So obtuse
But the crew wit’ it
Oh I can’t get along with fakes
Got the shit that numb ya jaw, toothache
I been fuckin’ wit’ the tooly, cool case
Don't you go and pull that screwed up face
Imma let the love sink in
No bitch shit
Heard ‘em say the ship sinkin’
I been hip
Opium potent
Dope rollin’ alone
I roll solo so I know
I won’t choke on the smoke
Got the Ketamine drippin’ out my nostrils again
Imma hit the beat proper again
Duckin’ from the pigs and coppers again
Chopper make ‘em sing like Big Bopper again
I’m tryna live it up ‘till this hellishness go
Bitch I’m kitted up from my head to my toe
Big man, always got somethin’ to say
Imma lay a slick plan for us all to get paid
 
Fuck the ludicrousness
Imma student of this
Imma lose ‘till I win
Free the crew in the bin
The way that I walk you’d think that rappin’ just a pastime
If he talk imma make sure it’s the last time
Bitch I’m cookin’ up wit’ it
I’m gettin’ BUCK wit’ it
I’m mixin’ drugs
Only love
For the plug innit?
Pick and choose
Gettin’ looser
Off the juice wit’ it
Double deuce
So obtuse
But the crew wit’ it
Oh I can’t get along with fakes
Got the shit that numb ya jaw, toothache
I been fuckin’ wit’ the tooly, cool case
Don't you go and pull that screwed up face
Shit, imma spit on the mic
Got the drips ‘cause I stay high
The shit that I write
Is hittin’ harder than AI
Fuck the cops
And they kids
And they kin, hoe
I’m still on top
Out the bin
Wit’ my kinfolk
Better bet that imma hear about the fuck shit
Better yet imma pull up to your function
Better still imma catch you on your home turf
You gettin stressed cause I heard you pushin’ no work
The bullshit is just apart of the game
I ain’t cravin’ no daps I ain’t seekin’ no fame
Fuck a set, I’m very over the little people
I got respect in barrel fulls and many kilos
I’m on the block movin’ work like a chess piece
Let ‘em talk imma stack up the XP
Peter Pan motherfuckers never grow up
I go Son of Sam and the function finna blow up
Bitch I’m cookin’ up wit’ it
I’m gettin’ BUCK wit’ it
I’m mixin’ drugs
Only love
For the plug innit?
Pick and choose
Gettin’ looser
Off the juice wit’ it
Double deuce
So obtuse
But the crew wit’ it
Oh I can’t get along with fakes
Got the shit that numb ya jaw, toothache
I been fuckin’ wit’ the tooly, cool case
Don't you go and pull that screwed up face
Bitch I’m cookin’ up wit’ it
I’m gettin’ BUCK wit’ it
I’m mixin’ drugs
Only love
For the plug innit?
Pick and choose
Gettin’ looser
Off the juice wit’ it
Double deuce
So obtuse
But the crew wit’ it
Oh I can’t get along with fakes
Got the shit that numb ya jaw, toothache
I been fuckin’ wit’ the tooly, cool case
Don't you go and pull that screwed up face
Written by: Colin Patrick, DJ Cline
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