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Mental Prison
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mental Prison was released on August 8, 2026 by Tyzzer Records as a part of the album SA1NT T
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AlbumSA1NT T
Release DateAugust 8, 2026
LabelTyzzer Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Songwriter
Oliver Roberts
Oliver Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oliver Roberts
Oliver Roberts
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Look, I do this shit because I have to
It's the only thing I know how to do
That's the game
Feel like my life's a movie
The way that that I'm blessed and lucky for success
Never had shit handed to me
These vocals are raw and it matches my passion
I feel I'm fulfilling my duty
I'm as conflicted as Kanye
But can you believe I don't have a jacuzzi?
Been working through blood, sweat and tears
And still I don't own not one thing Gucci
I said I've been working for nothing so long that
The desperate thoughts consume me
I am so fucking deluded
I'm up against Sky in court, I'm loony
Turned up awaiting the verdict, the opposite council said they knew me
So I said fucking sue me
But you're only here for the good times
Let me tell you 'bout the bad ones
My energies spent on the good vibes
But I feel as if I've never had some
I spent the last two years penniless
So now I'm demanding a ransom
Too much trauma, I can't choose
So let me select one at random
I don't wanna go too deep
So fuck that
On a different note, I've bettered myself in so many ways and I love that
Physically, I have lost so much weight
Can't recognise me from the cut back
Spiritually is not one I believe
But if it was real, I've done that
But inside, I'm broken
Living life in slow motion
Floating around in regret from all of the words that were left unspoken
My third eye has awoken
Not two-faced, but frozen
In time surrounded by people lacking emotion, lacking devotion
I physically cannot go back to the days where I had the same meal for a week
I could never eat Bolognese ever again
But I love Italians, bon appétit
Oh shit, that was French, let me rephrase
Per favore e grazie
You see the confliction, more like confusion
It's whatever you fancy
But I won't say, I won't say too much
There's a whole album coming, will that be enough?
I'd need over thirty songs to really speak my stuff
And it still wouldn't make sense but who gives a fuck?
I'm in touch wid' it
She's in love wid' it
That's why I can't stop this grind, why I keep spittin
And it's so fittin
It's like I'm made for winnin
She won't come back 'til she hears it
So I'm never quittin
So I'm never pittin
No time for rest, quick livin
No time for anything other than this
So I ain't submittin
Couldn't find a place to fit in
But now you're forced to listen
I've been locked up, now I'm free
From this mental prison
Written by: Oliver Roberts, Reece William Tyzzer
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