From Fish to King Kong: Inside Toosii’s 168 Hours Lyrics
Released on February 14, 2025, Toosii’s 168 Hours marks his first release of 2025, delivering an introspective examination of dedication, perseverance, and personal growth.
The track, produced by LayZ, StringzOnTheBeat, Alex Made This Beat, and LondnBlue, weaves together soulful piano arrangements with measured percussion to create a compelling sonic foundation for Toosii’s contemplative verses.
The song’s title refers to the number of hours in a week, serving as a metaphor for making the most of every moment.
Through vivid imagery and metaphorical comparisons, Toosii explores themes of evolution and determination:
“What’s a fish to a piranha / What’s a pup to a dog / What’s a victim to a killer / What’s a baboon to King Kong.”
Unpacking the Lyrics of 168 Hours
The opening verse delves into Toosii’s journey through adversity, with lines like “I done took loss after loss / It’s hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss” painting a picture of his resilience.
A particularly poignant moment comes when he reflects on family dynamics:
“I used to picture bein’ like what my mama and daddy had / ‘Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad.”
The chorus emphasises dedication through repetition of “seven days a week, hundred sixty-eight hours,” reinforcing the song’s central theme of tireless pursuit of goals.
This message aligns with Toosii’s recent success, including his platinum-selling album NAUJOUR which included his Billboard Hot 100 top five hit record Favorite Song.
And ofcourse his appearance on Rod Wave’s sold-out arena tour.
Will 168 Hours Change How We See Toosii?
You know those moments when an artist just clicks into a higher gear?
That’s exactly what Toosii’s done with 168 Hours.
Gone are the days of just flexing for the sake of it, this track feels like sitting down with him, when all the pretenses drop and real talk flows.
Coming off the whirlwind that was JADED and those packed-out arena shows in 2024, you might expect him to play it safe.
Instead, he’s kicked off 2025 by cracking his chest open and letting us peek inside.
It’s still got that signature Toosii swagger, but there’s something different here.
It’s like watching someone realise they’ve got more to say than they thought.
And honestly? In a genre where everyone’s trying to out-tough each other, there’s something properly refreshing about an artist who can admit he misses his dad while still making you want to run through a wall.
Toosii 168 Hours Lyrics
Intro
(You’re so lazy)
Verse 1
Mm, say fuck the critics, I’m a boss
I done took loss after loss
It’s hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What’s a fish to a piranha?
What’s a puppy to a dog?
What’s a victim to a killer?
What’s a baboon to King Kong?
What’s life without death?
What’s a bitch without stress?
What’s a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess
What’s me without you?
You don’t know the things that I do
You don’t believe me, it’s cool, baby, you won’t ’til it’s proof
I used to picture bein’ like what my mama and daddy had
‘Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad
Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain’t had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we’ll hit the shows and show our ass
Hard times, they never last
But this hard, I hope it last
I’m tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don’t wanna move too fast
I know you break, feel like some glass
You might break, I’ll make ya laugh
You ignorin’ the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
[Chorus]
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain’t mine, baby, it’s ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain’t mine, baby, it’s ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
Verse 2
What’s me without the bros?
What’s the bros without some hoes?
What’s tool without that fft?
That’s like Pharrell with no clothes
We’ll hit the block and make shows
We from the 9, don’t throw 4s
What’s bro without that cup that he won’t kick? Pour some more
Tell me, what’s you without your friends? They all bad, you call ’em “twin”
You duckin’, dodgin’ through these streets and fucked up world we livin’ in
You messed with lames before, but you won’t ever go do that again
You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend
So bae, what’s me without my fire?
What’s the number on the Gen?
We did so much to niggas, niggas think it’s cool to make amends
If you don’t like me, don’t pretend
‘Cause bae, I’m in it for the win
And I ain’t sayin’ that it’s right, but all for you, commit a sin
See, all for you, I stand on ten
With my back against the wall
I’m leavin’ shit stains on the floor, niggas makin’ messes out they drawers
I’ll do whatever that you want
Just say the word, they’ll send a car
Put that signal in the sky, I’ll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
Chorus
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain’t mine, baby, it’s ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week
Hundred sixty-eight hours
I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers
Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain’t mine, baby, it’s ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
