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Twisted Ways
Hip-Hop/Rap
Twisted Ways was released on July 3, 2026 by Misery Ave Music, Hype Lyfe Records, LLC and Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc. as a part of the album Twisted Ways - Single
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Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelMisery Ave Music, Hype Lyfe Records, LLC and Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Stoner
Cole Stoner
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole T Stone
Cole T Stone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cole Stoner
Cole Stoner
Producer
Julian Alabanese
Julian Alabanese
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Swear these **** so wicked, yeah
Turning on your own gang, that's so twisted, yeah
Shawty left me 'lone, now I get more bitches
And if you can't do the right thing, that's your business
They ain't got no heart, swear these **** so switchin'
Lot of broken hearts in my past, had to get it up in my bag
Yeah, they stabbed me up in my back, I ain't never goin' outside
If I had a dollar for every **** who done doubted me
I would be a millionaire, won the lottery
Money or the love, which one more important?
'Cause the love gon' keep me safe when it's really pourin'
But the money never turnin' back on me for nothin'
Swear that love gon' get you killed, man, this shit ain't fun
That's why I been feelin' conflicted and I been keepin' my distance
Still sad, tell that bitch hit me up, yeah
I'm still battlin' all my demons for sure
So much pain, but it's helpin' me grow
Why you always wanna bring me down?
I need people that gon' lift me up
Every time I ever fell down, I'm the only one that picked me up
Tell me how they doubt me, then they come 'round, say they proud of me
Took a while for them to see the vision, always knew I was a prodigy
I been movin' like a particle, feel like nothin' really stoppin' me
Seventeen, I got my own bag, eighteen, they tried to copy me
I been through it, I done seen the lowest
So ain't nothin' 'bout to bother me
**** need to get above of me
Swear these **** so wicked, yeah
Turning on your own gang, that's so twisted, yeah
Shawty left me 'lone, now I get more bitches
And if you can't do the right thing, that's your business
They ain't got no heart, swear these **** so switchin'
Lot of broken hearts in my past, had to get it up in my bag
Yeah, they stabbed me up in my back, I ain't never goin' outside
If I had a dollar for every **** who done doubted me
I would be a millionaire, won the lottery
Written by: Cole T Stone
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