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Tunes (Radio Edit)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tunes (Radio Edit) was released on February 6, 2026 by Tweak ENT! as a part of the album The FourTh & The LasT
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelTweak ENT!
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Rob
T-Rob
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Lawrence Robinson
Tommy Lawrence Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SpookyDrummin
SpookyDrummin
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Remember them days I was sending Balloons
Wanna be's was just sending me tunes
It's crazy I made better shush off the dome
People telling me"watch my tone"
You seven years late, a whole different jawn
I'm pumping your brakes, cause I've been on go
Don't care if you hate, just leave me alone
Levitating when I'm in the zone
I got pain I put in a song
Six paths, I've could've been on
Could've been right, I could've been wrong
Could've smelled, but I switched my cologne
Could've graduated, none to show
Could've stopped bro from taking his own life
Really I could've been writing my wrongs
My mind locked in, armed robbery
I can't let that bother me
See T-Rob cooking, don't bother him
Once I start, ain't no stopping me
Yeah, I let em think I'm stuck at the bottom
Break the news that I'm forever climbing
They look at me, but they never try him
Looks like I understood the assignment
Like a college kid, I ain't submitting
They don't know what it take just to get it
Got my timbs in the rain, that's a fitted
Really, I'd buss a flame in the winter
Touchdown it's cold in the city
I shut it down like trains in a blizzard
Like them old heads pray to the lord
Real deep down, considered as sinners
Lord forgive me, I'm finna indulge
In some shush that you shouldn't behold
No role models, but I'm not J. Cole
You should know I ain't saving no woe
How she mad that I got self control?
I turned Curtis Jackson, I might troll
People lacking and selling they soul
For something they could've just did on their own
Half of this, I did on my only
Two feet, just me on my doley
People claim that they real but they phoney
Know a creep pull up, Tommy blow em
I swear these hitta be bold
They ask me for sum, not a squeal when they owe me
Ain't no breaks when I'm On Da Road
You claiming you real, then you better show me
You should know it's straight business I stand on
Tear up anything I get my hands on
Hater DJ ain't making playing my damn song
Blowing up, yeah, I'm proving them damn wrong
Ayo Rushz, why you tried to hush me?
Remember when you didn't hush on the stand, huh?
Said I lied, still sent you the money
But fluff it tho, I make a hit and it's and one
Pshh, I said swish!
Hall of fame, I make a bucket, don't miss
They played with my name, so I'm talking my shush
Thinking they next, I'm as hard as it gets
Before the Rolex, Audemar on wrist
Ain't have to flex, you could see that I'm, huh
Ain't have to flex, know you saw that I'm pist
Checkmate, buddy lost in the abyss
I never lost sight of my goal or the mission
Tried to tell em, but they never listened
I remember when I used to whip it
In a fish bowl, shush ain't tinted
Not the one for the bragging and boasting
You got it, they take it, real life, shit get wicked
It's not safe to show too much emotion
But I put it all on display, no description
No description at all, up to read
Really I had my heart on my sleeve
When my aunt passed in 2013
That's was prolly the first time I grieved
In that hospital bed, it was deep
Eyes watering bad, it's was harder to see
That's why I'm going hard on these beats
They say that they had what it take, just to leave
If you got what it takes, why you leave tho?
Giving up just like being deceased tho
You a sucka if you think you need woes
Spending bread on a thot when you need clothes
For your child, could never be me tho
I be pulling my weight like heave-ho
Outer space like I'm FYN Breezo
I'm the illist and I ain't even sneeze oh
Ah shush
Enter them veins like Toxins
I'm outtie, could never be boxed in
Open that safe like a locksmith
I'm getting that pape, I'm the topic
Can't wait around til I pop shush
Remember way back, they ain't make a sound
Now my music making a mosh pit
Written by: Tommy Lawrence Robinson
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