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Every Time
Hip-Hop/Rap
Every Time was released on December 18, 2025 by DeadBread as a part of the album ESOTERIC
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Release DateDecember 18, 2025
LabelDeadBread
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bell
Bell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toryan Bell
Toryan Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ckaustin
ckaustin
Producer

Lyrics

Seem like they only think about me when they need sumn
Tired of people faking with me trying to see wassup
Like I be venting to myself I put it in the cup
I put a date on all receipts and keep it in the tuck
Oh yea this life a paradise you gotta try your luck
When I be going through withdrawals I gotta finger fuck
Pull that shit straight out the bank and count it til I'm numb
I know you tryna hold me down you starting to hold me up
I might just grab her by the neck and tell her she the one
I just might look her in the eye and leave it on her tongue
I might tell her pack a bag let's go on the run
Before I tell your ass a lie I just won't tell ya nun
I be telling you my life I never wrote a song
I get that feeling they won't love a **** til he gone
I keep on banging on the door but you ain't never home
But I don't take this shit to heart cause it's covered in chrome
Ya flower child rose gold all under ya stones
Missing your smile and your tone just pick up the phone
It been a while since I dialed I'm knowing I'm wrong
It feel like a thousand miles you away from home
Late night I ain't cheating on you bae I'm just recording
Ima be there with you when you wake up in the morning
Every time with you a hundred like we in the army
Every time I see the wind come it start storming
Every time I went broke this shit start pooring
Everything you hear bout bell know that shit alarming
I understand I won't put you through that shit no more
Every time we just end up right back where we started
Seem like they only think about me when they need sumn
Tired of people faking with me trying to see wassup
Like I be venting to myself I put it in the cup
I put a date on all receipts and keep it in the tuck
Oh yea this life a paradise you gotta try your luck
When I be going through withdrawals I gotta finger fuck
Pull that shit straight out the bank and count it til I'm numb
I know you tryna hold me down you starting to hold me up
I might just grab her by the neck and tell her she the one
I just might look her in the eye and leave it on her tongue
I might tell her pack a bag let's go on the run
Before I tell your ass a lie I just won't tell ya nun
Written by: Toryan Bell
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