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Without You
Hip-Hop/Rap
Without You was released on February 18, 2026 by Southside King Productions as a part of the album Internal Affairs
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Release DateFebruary 18, 2026
LabelSouthside King Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tynch
Tynch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Blanchard
Tyler Blanchard
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Blanchard
Tyler Blanchard
Producer

Lyrics

Dunno what to say to these lame bitches Always lane switching don't you take my name with ya Hope my name singes ye my brain cringes At these thoughts that I made with ya Ye my brain glitching face twitching Like I ate a painkiller and my face itching Came a great distance walk a mile take grenades with ya Walking funny like them fake bitches taking caked pictures Smile it up like you making eight figures make my hate bigger
You gon' take this hate with ya Kickin' rocks I'ma stay Tynching Woulda stayed with ya but you walked off on the eighth inning Like a drained pitcher
Coulda made something like a steak dinner Coulda ate with ya coulda held your hand But you left the plate sitting while you ate pitches Left me standing in the field thinking 'bout the times Had my face in it then I laid with ya
Raise me from the dead like you grave digging Then you made your bed now you lays in it Guess I made it off the field and the game’s ending Fuck these pain feelings Drugs just to tame the nerve endings 'til I'm numb Barely see the birds fishing Think I'm dumb I been using up my third eye seeing blurred vision Gotta strong heart and a strong mind Turned to stone but I can't rock with ya
Dunno what to say to these lame bitches Always lane switching don't you take my name with ya Hope my name singes ye my brain cringes At these thoughts that I made with ya Ye my brain glitching face twitching Like I ate a painkiller and my face itching Came a great distance walk a mile take grenades with ya Walking funny like them fake bitches taking caked pictures Smile it up like you making eight figures make my hate bigger
Watch this flame flicker Sparking up got me feeling like a paint thinner Hadda roll 'em up where the weights thicker Straight shots I don't waste liquor Crossfaded on my space lifter 'Til my face shift I don't speak to no face shifter Damn them snakes spit 'cause them snakes bitter In my space where my quakes bigger And the grass shake 'cause my steps make the ground shiver Let the arrow split down the hate to a drained quiver Let my thoughts narrow down to a main river In my box fighting demons I can't let 'em hang with ya Got words paint scriptures on a stained mirror On the glass wall standing tall tryna see the world clearer
Dunno what to say to these lame bitches Always lane switching don't you take my name with ya Hope my name singes ye my brain cringes At these thoughts that I made with ya Ye my brain glitching face twitching Like I ate a painkiller and my face itching
Written by: Tyler Blanchard
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