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GREY
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
GREY fue publicado el 10 de enero de 2026 por Zen Studios como parte del álbum TIME WE HAD/TIME WELL SPENT
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Fecha de lanzamiento10 de enero de 2026
SelloZen Studios
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM84

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zen Studios
Zen Studios
Performer
Arkh Zeus
Arkh Zeus
Rap
Taziahs Asani Jones
Taziahs Asani Jones
Rap
Samuel Carvalho Godinho
Samuel Carvalho Godinho
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asani
Asani
Lyrics, Composer
James McElheny
James McElheny
Composer
Ricardo X. Germain
Ricardo X. Germain
Composer, Lyrics
Samuel Carvalho Godinho
Samuel Carvalho Godinho
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zen Studios
Zen Studios
Executive Producer
Jmac
Jmac
Producer

Letras

You can't save a soul
Better focus on your own
Seen you coastin' down that road
All alone with no one, no
And it's not that they didn't know..
They just didn't want to anyway
Didn't want to anyway, anyway, anyway..
Another lost **** drownin' in his self importance
Hear these voices in my head, feelin' like i'm Randy Orton
Shit ain't been fine or fantastic
Burn scars in my core, this human torched through the plastic
Placin' blame on my baggage
Play the game for some cabbage
Jason Statham, I'm snatchin' the spliff, shit perfectly packaged
Lookin' down a lock stocked and smokin' barrell
Hopin' that I make it through the year, hear Christmas carols
Been feelin' my vision narrow
The sun raw, a pharoah for real
Find a way or fade away
This shit been kill or be killed
And I could never be kilt
Skirt my way 'round the rubble, hope you don't feel how I feel
This the 7th Heaven baby, ain't no makin' a deal
You can't save a soul
Better focus on your own
Seen you coastin' down that road
All alone with no one, no
And it's not that they didn't know..
They just didn't want to anyway
Didn't want to anyway, anyway, anyway..
I measure out my guilt like a pharmacist with doubts
Every minute is a milligram of powder in my mouth
They told me "tone it down," I tuned the torque and blew the gasket
Every bar's a breaker box, there's Addies in my jacket
The Moon's a cut coin, I flip it for a different tale
Sky stitches shut with kites tied to winter veils
The past pours ink and my ribs keep lickin' nails
I bleed a little cinema in pixelated gales
Asphalt oracle oil-slick star chart
Reading tea leaves swirling in a black tar heart
Faith is a sparrow, it's a car-alarm lark
Got a choir of matchsticks striking in a dark park
Eyes eat static that I map it into constellations
Spine is a ladder up the attic of my complications
Every doubt a drought that I irrigate with conversations
Plant quiet violets in the riot of my oscillations
You can't save a soul
Better focus on your own
Seen you coastin' down that road
All alone with no one, no
And it's not that they didn't know..
They just didn't want to anyway
Didn't want to anyway, anyway, anyway..
Written by: James McElheny, Ricardo X. Germain, Samuel Carvalho Godinho, Taziahs Asani Jones
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