Ye’s BULLY barrels toward us like a revenge flick on steroids, slated for January 30 via his self-released empire, and “BULLY” is the glitchy heartbeat leaking through the cracks—raw desire crashing into digital burnout, with a Bollywood sample that twists the knife.
That haunting loop from Asha Bhosle’s “Mujhe Maar Daalo” (Kill Me) sets the stage, flipped into Ye’s signature sample sorcery: brooding synths and sparse beats that hum like a late-night spiral, vocals half-rapped, half-crooned over a trap haze. It’s hip-hop laced with psych-pop edges, evoking that post-club comedown where love feels like a drug you can’t quit. Thematically, it’s Ye unspooling the brain’s wiring—serotonin surges chasing dopamine dips, numbness from fifty-grand lunches and twenty-bottle benders, until “system overdrive” leaves you paralyzed, begging to make a child amid the mess.
Previewed as an instrumental on his IG Stories back on September 25, 2024, it simmered in rumor mills (that fake “Oh No My Hoodie My Hoodie” title got debunked quick by insiders like Saint Leon). Then bam—a full vocal snippet leaked January 14, 2025, from some hush-hush event play, confirming it’s got legs for BULLY.
BULLY’s the solo beast he’s been teasing since ditching the Vultures haze, a 13-track middle finger to the “bullies” holding him down—Adidas chief among ’em, per the Larry Clark film nod that sparked the title. Tracklist’s locked: from “Preacher Man” openers to “Losing Your Mind” closers, with guests like Tony Williams on “Mission Control,” it’s Ye reclaiming the throne through fractured confessionals and high-wire production. Pre-orders hit October ’24, but delays piled up—now it’s this January 30 gate, dodging Nas and 21 Savage clashes. Recorded in hidden Wyoming spots and Tokyo hotel rooms, it’s less bombast, more blueprint: soul samples, gospel whispers, and that unfiltered Ye gaze at fatherhood fails (he spilled to Justin Laboy how his son Saint inspired the name after a playground “bully” moment).
Ye’s in full phoenix mode at 48, post-’25 apology tours and Donda Academy reboots turning heads from rants to redemption arcs. Fresh off sold-out Listening Parties that doubled as therapy sessions, he’s evolving the blueprint—trading shock drops for surgical strikes, proving the GOAT’s chaos still sparks genius. BULLY’s his manifesto: break free or burn out.
Dive into the BULLY lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other BULLY tracks for more of Ye’s boundary-pushing vibes.
Lyrics of BULLY by Ye
[Intro]
Ha, Ha
मरते, मरते, ये डालो
Serotonin, Serotonin
Gets Me Goin’, ’till The Mornin’
Is This What You Wanted? Serotonin (मरते, मरते, ये डालो)
Do You Want It? Do You Want It? [Verse]
Getting Dark Outside, Dopamine Declined
Never Satisfied, ‘less You By My Side
Fifty Thousand Lunch, Twenty Bottles Drunk
Left Without You, Love, I’m Completely Numb
System Overdrive, Algorithm’s Fried
You Consume My Mind, You Got All My Time
Face Is Paralyzed, Fully Compromised
Make A Grown Man Cry, Girl, Let’s Make A Child [Chorus]
Serotonin, Serotonin
Gets Me Goin’, ’till The Mornin’
Is This What You Wanted? Serotonin
Do You Want It? Do You Want It?
[Outro]
मरते मरते, ये डालो
मरते, मरते ये साब—
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