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FOCUS FOCUS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
FOCUS FOCUS was released on March 10, 2026 by Mac Critter as a part of the album ELITE
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AlbumELITE
Release DateMarch 10, 2026
LabelMac Critter
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Critter
Mac Critter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Bates
Daniel Bates
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MackhouseEnt
MackhouseEnt
Producer

Lyrics

(IAP)
All this anger, I cannot get over
**** in here poison your focus
Family still love me, I'm hopin'
Do the family love me? Still I'm hopin'
This anger, I cannot get over
I mixed up emotions
Been poppin' these opiates
See, my pockets pokin', her pussy soakin'
These bad bitches talkin', ho sexy, a trophy
Smoke and brainstorm, my eyes like ching-ching-chong
Really feelin' numb, smokin' burn my lungs
Said, "Fuck the world," I was real young
Really miss that girl, I was sprung, sprung
Now I'm numb, numb
Chopper shorter than a baby arm
Miss my ****, reminisce when we young
Back of that Maybach, ho light up like Tron
Crosses make me numb, love make me numb
Drugs make me numb, drugs make me numb
Make him bite his tongue, bitch, you one of one
Bitch, you one of one, I'm talkin' number one
Can you be my number one? AP one of one
This fully chopper one of one, these **** snake, don't honor nothin'
These **** don't cherish they life, just take some advice
**** gamble they life, **** runnin' from life
Nasty, freaky, that's my type, ****, this bad bitch rich off swipes
Critter never been one for the hype, but this bad bitch keep me hyped
Beat it up, lick it up, just how she like
Fully Glock a 23, this motherfucker Mike
**** stuck at the light, fire jumpin' out the pipe
7.62 slice you through, shoot like knives
All this anger, I cannot get over
**** in here poison your focus
Family still love me, I'm hopin'
Do the family love me? Still I'm hopin'
This anger, I cannot get over
I mixed up emotions
Been poppin' these opiates
See, my pockets pokin', her pussy soakin'
And bad bitches talkin', ho sexy, a trophy
Smoke and brainstorm, my eyes like ching-ching-chong
Really feelin' numb, smokin' burn my lungs
Said, "Fuck the world," I was real young
Really miss that girl, I was sprung, sprung
Now I'm numb, numb
Chopper shorter than a baby arm
Miss my ****, reminisce when we young
In the—
Written by: Daniel Bates
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