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Yoga
130
Hip-Hop/Rap
Yoga was released on October 24, 2025 by JayaHadADream as a part of the album Happiness From Agony
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelJayaHadADream
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keeya Keys
Keeya Keys
Performer
Jaya Gordon-Moore
Jaya Gordon-Moore
Lead Vocals
Keir Dickson
Keir Dickson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaya Gordon-Moore
Jaya Gordon-Moore
Songwriter
Keir Dickson
Keir Dickson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Smash
Big Smash
Producer

Lyrics

I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
Couldn't lose my heart to a fella
 I dance in his tears, I don't need no umbrella
 Past peak but the future better
 Shop trees, but the vibes I'm a seller
 The nerd is now the trendsetter
 I switch modes quick
 One day I'm calm like Franklin,
 Next I'm vex like Trevor
 The tracksuit velour
 And the Jordans leather
Manifest bags, I'm a fortune teller
 I feel good when they doubt my stance, it's funny
 I got skin like honey
 I don't run for shit but the money
 I got a pack from a Brummy
 And now I'm high and I'm fuzzy
 I play MCs' boys like bunny
 'Cause dem man there vile and bummy
They need to fix their eyes on someone else
 I got yardie fam, I might run and tell
 I'm that chick, not another girl
 Fresh air, not another male
 War me? It's another L
 And do you really need that
 Likkle eediat?
 I never asked for your feedback
 I'm all bless, you can see that
I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
 It gives me the sweetest sensation
 When your friends are the people you get paid with
 Vultures want a piece of the pie
 Can't get that get left back, live Ben Davis
 I'ma tighten my circle then shape it
 'Cause I gotta trust who I play my end game with
 Must be embracing his feminine side
 The way the boy begging for engagement
I never stayed where I'm allocated
 From a kid, just went where I gravitated
 Don't get rattled when mandem snake it
 But bro wanna operate apparatus
 Gotta get up and go 'cause I haven't made it
 Can't remember the last time I sat and waited
 That's the first time I have in ages
 She shot a shot, but I've been passing
 'Cause they can't answer what I've been asking
And I'll cheers, when all of my peers
 Take all of their fears
 Put them in caskets
 And I've got to pick a side
 I ain't impartial
 Lost weight 'cause I know I got slim chances
 Salty guys all licking their lips
 When I drop that injustice in larges
I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
I'll cheers when the war is over
 Need money long money tall like yoga
 I want one of each like Noah
 Pattern 9 bars, don't mean I'm a stoner
 If I wanted it from you, I'd phone ya
 But your lines dry like baking soda
 Had to cut them off, didn't meet the quota
 Trust no one, like everyone cobra
Written by: Jaya Gordon-Moore, Keir Dickson
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