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Swerve
Hip-Hop/Rap
Swerve was released on January 30, 2026 by Smoke Shop Records as a part of the album Swerve - Single
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Release DateJanuary 30, 2026
LabelSmoke Shop Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bambazi
Bambazi
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akiba Johnson
Akiba Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bambazi
Bambazi
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Corner store schemin’, pockets full of lint—
Dreams fatter than my wallet, barely make a dent.
Twist the key in the ignition, hear the engine purr,
Life’s a curveball, baby, so I had to swerve.
Skrrt on the haters, tires singing like a choir—
Rubber burning hotter than a broke man's desire.
Map in my head, GPS don’t know the route,
Took the scenic road, what’s a shortcut about?
[Chorus]
Swerve, swerve, dodgin’ all the noise,
Grip tight, lane switch, man, I got no choice.
Swerve, swerve, I ain’t slowing down,
Speed limit signs can’t hold me now.
[Verse 2]
City lights flashin’, they blink Morse code,
But I’m fluent in survival, streets my zip code.
Hustle like a shuffle, every card been dealt,
Raised by the struggle, only armor is myself.
Mouth full of slang, spit it sharp like a shiv—
Lyrics cut deep, blood stains every riff.
Dreamt of caviar but survived on Spam,
Every U-turn made me who I am.
[Chorus]
Swerve, swerve, dodgin’ all the noise,
Grip tight, lane switch, man, I got no choice.
Swerve, swerve, I ain’t slowing down,
Speed
[Verse]
Swerving through the lanes, dodge the pothole abyss,
Dreams bigger than the rims on the whip, that’s crisp.
Dashboard glowing, neon in the mist,
Hustle in my veins, every move a plot twist.
City got me twisted, concrete jungle whispers,
Snakes in the grass, venom on their whiskers.
Rolling with precision, vision sharper than scissors,
Chopping up the game, leaving crumbs for the quitters.
[Chorus]
Swerve, swerve, dodging all the curve,
Pedal to the floor, never losing my nerve.
Swerve, swerve, keep the motion absurd,
Can’t box me in, I’m a flightless bird.
[Verse 2]
Call me GPS, 'cause I’m always rerouting,
Every L’s a lesson, got no time for doubting.
Came from the bottom, now the skyline’s shouting,
Pockets getting heavy, dreams keep sprouting.
Streetlights flicker, shadows play chase,
Time ticking fast, but I set my own pace.
Cops on the prowl, trying to track my race,
But I’m Houdini in the whip, poof, no trace.
[Prechorus]
Gaslight flickers, but I never stall,
Engine growl echoes, hear the city call.
Written by: Akiba Johnson
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