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TRICK ROOM
Alternative
TRICK ROOM was released on April 4, 2025 by divinity as a part of the album SYNTHOLOGY
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
Labeldivinity
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Grunduski
Jacob Grunduski
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Grunduski
Jacob Grunduski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Grunduski
Jacob Grunduski
Executive Producer

Lyrics

EQ, queued up
New shit, boot up
Double R, Cullinan
Double R, like I'm Really Rich
AP, weighing down my wrist
Trapped inside the box, feel like Roddy Ricch
Don't see, no fumes
Gridlocked, in a trick room
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
Uh, already got my grave dug
Ready to pass away when the night comes
Holding onto flowers, like I'm in love
This is everything that they told you
When it comes just let it all consume you
You can come and meet me in the trick room
You know where I'm hiding
Uh, you know where to find me
Searching for sparks, but we can't seem to find them
All of the signs they don't point to an option
Looking for something that's better than death
I don't know why you keep closing your eyelids
You won't come back if you go towards that light
I advise you with caution
Too late for me to get out
Well not me, I'll go chase after something
I don't know why you feel so ashamed
I don't know why you feel so deprived
What's the point of just giving your life
For somebody who don't even want it?
If you wanna make up all the lies you can
Don't know why you get to frontin
And you gon' see him again
Just to get pushed back out
We can't go make amends
You threw everything out
You don't see what you keep
Coming short of that love
Locked in rooms with no key
You leave me there in my blood
EQ, queued up
New shit, boot up
Double R, Cullinan
Double R, like I'm Really Rich
AP, weighing down my wrist
Trapped inside the box, feel like Roddy Ricch
Don't see, no fumes
Gridlocked, in a trick room
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
Uh, already got my grave dug
Ready to pass away when the night comes
Holding onto flowers, like I'm in love
This is everything that they told you
When it comes just let it all consume you
You can come and meet me in the trick room
Written by: Jacob Grunduski
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