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Breezy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Breezy was released on November 21, 2025 by Robot Music Group as a part of the album Breezy - Single
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelRobot Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MIKE TWO
MIKE TWO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Campfield
Christopher Campfield
Composer
Mike Peterson
Mike Peterson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2PM
2PM
Producer
Mike Peterson
Mike Peterson
Producer
Christopher Campfield
Christopher Campfield
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Seizing the day
I’m too real can’t touch my mood.
You can’t squeeze I got the juice.
I’m on me got nothing to prove.
Feel like breezy with the moves.
Bitch don’t need your attitude.
So relax.
I’m in the zone, and on the attack
Need a piece
Diamonds OD
Can’t fuck with me
I’m too smooth
I’m in a mood and I’m hunting. I sharpened my teeth. A!
I ain’t gone lie
Need me a piece of that apple pie.
Try catching me slippin no never I.
I give you the work make it televised and put it on live.
I am beasting
Fucking with TWO **** reach-ing.
End of the story, so the end.
Killing me never that’s pre-tend.
I am!
I got juice, **** I got the sauce.
Robot the gang.
2PM made it you know it gone cost!
Yeah
Seizing the day
I’m too real can’t touch my mood.
You can’t squeeze I got the juice.
I’m on me got nothing to prove.
Feel like breezy with the moves.
Bitch don’t need your attitude.
So relax.
I’m in the zone, and on the attack
I done put in work, A **** grinding like I used to.
Swervin through the lane I need Ferraris **** Bookoo.
Take a trip to Paris for no reason, cause I choose to.
Wish it till I get it with my talent what would you do?
New Brighton Harbor the set.
TWO is Up Next
Fresh out the Jects
Black out the excellence, intellect.
Swear we all kings and it’s heaven sent!
Black women are heaven sent!
Dreá gone represent, Trey is a champion!
Sore through the heavy winds.
Kingdom forever, you know what we represent!
Yeah
Seizing the day
I’m too real can’t touch my mood.
You can’t squeeze I got the juice.
I’m on me got nothing to prove.
Feel like breezy with the moves.
Bitch don’t need your attitude.
So relax.
I’m in the zone, and on the attack
I done put in work, A **** grinding like I used to.
Swervin through the lane I need Ferraris **** Bookoo.
Take a trip to Paris for no reason, cause I choose to.
Wish it till I get it with my talent what would you do?
Written by: Christopher Campfield, Mike Peterson
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