Il s’appelait Tayc Lyrics – Tayc | from “J O Ÿ A”

Tayc draws a gentle line under one era with Il s’appelait Tayc, the stirring single that just dropped yesterday, paving the way for his sophomore solo album J O Ÿ A on May 15, 2026, through H24 and Play Two, and it settles in like a fireside chat with old ghosts, warm with thanks but edged with the pull of what’s next.

You feel Tayc’s hand in every note here, the French R&B crooner who’s always spun street tales into silk-smooth confessions. He wrote this in the quiet after his packed 2024 run, reflecting on the grind from Paris blocks to sold-out stages, with production from NYKAJI keeping it intimate: soft keys swelling under his falsetto, a beat that sways like a slow walk home. The lyrics pour out gratitude to his roots, his mom no longer crying, forgiving the hurts because hey, we’re all just human.

It’s about mission complete—quitting the cité life, embracing fatherhood as his son grows and another kid’s on the way—but there’s this tender ache for the kid he was, Taykee, who dreamed big and made it. No flashy drops, just raw soul that nods to his early mixtapes while stepping toward something lighter, freer.

This kicks off the J O Ÿ A rollout, his first solo bow since Fleur froide shook things up in 2020. The album’s shaping up as a joy-chasing odyssey, blending Afro-soul grooves with those personal punches, clocking maybe 12 tracks of evolution from hustle anthems to family-rooted reflections. No full list yet, but expect cameos from his circle, building on the collabs that lit up HÉRITAGE with Dadju. Pre-save’s live on Spotify for updates and that instant add—snag it at tayc.lnk.to/JOY A and keep the countdown going.

Tayc’s at this crossroads glow right now, post-TESTIMONY’s introspective highs and those HÉRITAGE tour crowds that felt like family reunions. At 30, with a kid in tow and another brewing, he’s trading some spotlight dazzle for depth, like the guy who carried us through heartbreaks is finally carrying his own forward. The clip alone—mom shaving his head, tears and all—hits like a mic drop on his younger self.

X is raw with it today, fans replaying lines like “ma mission est finie” over coffee scrolls, threads full of “he carried me through my pain” stories and hype for Joÿa’s promise. If Fleur froide was the storm, this feels like the clear after.

Dive into the Il s’appelait Tayc lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other J O Ÿ A tracks for more of Tayc’s soulful stride.