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HOME.
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Hip-Hop
HOME. was released on August 15, 2025 by SpaceMan Zack as a part of the album DEADLANDS.
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelSpaceMan Zack
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM132

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SpaceMan Zack
SpaceMan Zack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Miller
Zachary Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CMAK
CMAK
Producer

Lyrics

But it's my wasteland
I'm a king but nobody knows
Stranded all alone
The blood stains in my clothes with the bullet holes
But I make this place my own
The wind blows through the trees in the hollow place
Feel the fear within my veins
One man living in what he creates
Let him go now, it's such a waste
Oh, can't live like this
Crown made of thorns upon my head
Oh, can't live like this
They hunt for more until I'm dead
These long days and long nights
These new chains are all ice
These new shackles, too tight
These long nights and long days
Are too much, I complain
I don't think I'm alright
These long days and long nights
These new chains are all ice
These new shackles, too tight
These long nights and long days
Are too much, I complain
I don't think I'm alright
Cause everybody wants you til they don't and then they throw you to the savages
Money come in quick and hide the scars like they imagined it
My body was a temple til the bottle came and ravaged it
Every day I wake up in the hollow, tryna salvage it
My wasteland
I'm a king but nobody knows
Stranded all alone
The blood stains in my clothes with the bullet holes
But I make this place my own
The wind blows through the trees in the hollow place
Feel the fear within my veins
One man living in what he creates
Let him go now, it's such a waste
Oh, can't live like this
Crown made of thorns upon my head
Oh, can't live like this
They hunt for more until I'm dead
These long days and long nights
These new chains are all ice
These new shackles, too tight
These long nights and long days
Are too much, I complain
I don't think I'm alright
These long days and long nights
These new chains are all ice
These new shackles, too tight
(Crown made of thorns upon my head)
These long nights and long days
Are too much, I complain
I don't think I'm alright
(They hunt for more until I'm dead)
Written by: Zachary Miller
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