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OUTCLASSIN'
11
Hip-Hop/Rap
OUTCLASSIN' was released on October 10, 2025 by Mars Exalted as a part of the album WHO? - EP
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Release DateOctober 10, 2025
LabelMars Exalted
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mars Exalted
Mars Exalted
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan T.
Johnathan T.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mars Exalted
Mars Exalted
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, we was playin' it straight, no look passin
It was right in they face, right hook past 'em
Tryna guard what they can't, cause we ain't askin
Pressure builds in the paint still no crashin
Hit the gas in the lane, no brake smashin
Talk tough, but ain't really bout action
Whole team locked in, full court passion
Tryna test what we made met with outclassin
Yeah, I can just do what I want
Your bitch all on me in Yves St Laurent
Yeah, cold to the touch, I don't front
Took that bitch, then I went out for brunch
Told her chill, now she talk like she mine
Gave her back, but she left you behind
I don't feel, I don't fake, I don't pine, whole soul, went cold over time
Yeah, we was playin' it straight, no look passin
It was right in they face, right hook past 'em
Tryna guard what they can't, cause we ain't askin
Pressure builds in the paint, still no crashin
Hit the gas in the lane, no brake smashin
Talk tough, but they ain't really bout action
Whole team locked in, full court passion
Tryna test what we made met with outclassin
Yeah, dead stare, but it's like it's laced with a psalm
Talk light, but the meaning disarms
No love, just a seat in the storm
She get close, then retreat from the harm
Slick words, but they stick like a charm
Left marks, but they ain't on her arm
No trace, but I'm deep in her form
Told her chill, now she fiend for the calm
I can just do what I want
Your bitch all on me in Yves St Laurent
Yeah, cold to the touch, I don't front
Took that bitch, then I went out for brunch
Told her chill, now she talk like she mine
Gave her back, but she left you behind
I don't feel, I don't fake, I don't pine, whole soul, went cold over time
Yeah, we was playin' it straight, no look passin
It was right in they face, right hook past 'em
Tryna guard what they can't, cause we ain't askin
Pressure builds in the paint, still no crashin
Hit the gas in the lane, no brake smashin
Talk tough, but ain't really bout action
Whole team locked in, full court passion
Tryna test what we made met with outclassin'
Written by: Johnathan T.
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