98% Lyrics – Tucker Wetmore
The song 98% is written in English and performed by Tucker Wetmore, who takes credit as the singer, songwriter and lyricist of the work to reveal his unique musical and artistic abilities. The song was released on July 31, 2026 and discusses the issues related to love, openness and uncertainties in close relations with other people. The main idea of the song expressed in its name, 98%, implies the existence of a person who is almost sure of something, but is still full of doubts. Tucker Wetmore uses his lyrics and vocal skills to tell the story that reveals the uncertainty of people in love and trust, as well as human imperfections and fears. Being an unusual combination of contemporary country music and modern production techniques, 98% creates a pleasant and emotional song that will attract people who like honest songs and meaningful stories.
98% Song Info
| Field | Details |
|---|---|
| Singer(s) | Tucker Wetmore |
| Composer(s) | Tucker Wetmore |
| Lyricist(s) | Tucker Wetmore |
| Release Date | Jul 31, 2026 |
| Language | English |
98% Song Lyrics
Neon says open
Stuttering static Amen
Gen breathe line bite
We sit too close again
Too close
Sticky table summer only finds my religion
I watch ice orbit and slow is a bad decision
You wrap my face like ink and rain
They grin like you want ghost in the duke box harmonize
Don’t run, don’t run
Backhand a halo you bless and bruise with the same head
Why is this passion or drama in all the skies?
I lean and steady kisses my teeth
I’m getting high, getting high
Glass jaw serenade, when you swing
I’m leaning with my chin just to feel your knuckles again
Neon in my tear makes the damage look tame
Glass jaw serenade, say my name like…
Plain
Close to my talent while you aim at my throat
Sling on my cocaine
You say you’re so dramatic
Then you tilt my mirror straight
I practice tragedy and black streaks cherry red at the gate
Look at me
Ghost clap in the corner when I flinch on Q
Static on my tongue, I pick a fight to feel you
To feel you
Glass jaw serenade, when you swing
I’m leaning with my chin just to feel your knuckles again
Neon in my tear makes the damage look tame
Glass jaw serenade, say my name like…
Plain
She cries and checks the glass
Does it tragic enough?
Religion of the spot like gasoline in a cuff
You wipe one tear, smear the war paint down
Mock me like a receipt from a ball that never shuts down
Glass jaw serenade, when you swing
I’m leaning with my chin just to feel your knuckles again
Neon in my tear makes the damage look tame
Glass jaw serenade, say my name like…
Plain
Glass jaw serenade
Get holy, make it sin
If we don’t break in public
Can we let each other in?
Let me in
Steady
Neon, ghost, gasoline, religion
Neon, ghost, gasoline, religion
Neon, ghost, gasoline, religion
We start where we started
Too close again
Again
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