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Dark Days

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Dark Days was released on January 29, 2026 by TGR as a part of the album Dark Days - Single

Song Details

AlbumDark Days - Single

Release DateJanuary 29, 2026

LabelTGR

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Big Mubz

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

prod tanz

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

prod tanz

Producer

Lyrics

It's getting dark, it's hard to breathe

I try to watch but I just can't see

Where I'm going and where I could be

Can't make sense outta this

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay

I really wanna leave but I'm so afraid

Even though it's hard, I keep it going on

Ain't had the best of luck ever since the birth of me

Now I'm in Dubai, swimming in some Burberry

Quarter million pound cash all up on jewellery

Hooyo said, "It's foolery", but I think it's cool of me

Never wear a dirty crep, akh, I B30 step

Clean, no dirty cheques, can't get a thirty stretch

Bill up some static and I pour up some Maka

Girl looked in my eyes and said, "Babes, what's the matter?"

Eyes swimming in lean, but babes, I ain't no miskeen

I chef bad yutes up and make them jump on their deen

In the dirtiest bandos but my heart's so clean

Just need a run that's clean, Air Force Supreme

Smoking on this Doja pack, got my eyes rolling back

Cali plates, Limoza slabs, static or the frozen, lad

This static dry sift got me slumped at the wheel

The pack looks a bit peeled, return it if it ain't sealed

Four Glocks for the war, hit 'em up like Shakur

Got money for the war and money for the poor

Gotta step for the cause if I ever get drawn

Turn Jason Bourne, shotty come sawn

**** died for this shit, can't let bygones be bygones

Run from the passa, that's deffo not my dons

If I'm gone then don't let a fake **** claim me

I already said these **** shaky like Haiti

Daily, I get the pack in then get the pack out

Boxes come in, I knock 'em out like Pacquiao

Money coming in so us bosses round, sat down

Bring the packs round, got raw like Smackdown

Bitches can't leave the T without a pat down

Any foul chat now, Max bring the gat round

My YG flies lean, he offs sets like the Migos

I can't ever switch sides, my name ain't Figo

Two wrongs don't make it right but it make it even

Rather yours grieving, I ain't slipping like Steven

Way I give out arms, you'd think I was a limb donor

Bro don't smoke blems but he's an active SIG smoker

Limo tint my ride, what I got on me is a five

In the trenches, stay live, we're just tryna stay alive

Quarter million wrist when I turned twenty-five

The game's rigged, right? I said that a hundred times

Thots on my nuts now, factory, no buss downs

105 and E5, I used to flag the bus down

Now it's push-to-start, rev the car, watch it fart

Urus got the uncle yardies screaming out, "Bumbaclart"

Nike Tech fleece, on the corner like a set-piece

Pretzels, hand samples to the cats like, "Test these"

I hate rats, that's why I never watched Tom & Jerry

SIG's on deck like Marlboro's, akhi, we step heavy

I can't seem to find my way out this maze

I know this place and

I can't seem to find my way out this maze

I know this place and

I can't see to find my way out the dark, it shouldn't be this hard

And I don't know if I'll ever find my way

I don't know if I'll ever find my way

Written by: Big Mubz, prod tanz

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