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Strange
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Strange was released on May 9, 2026 by 2026 Churla Raine as a part of the album Casket Boy - EP
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Release DateMay 9, 2026
Label2026 Churla Raine
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fido
Fido
Rap
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enikaay
Enikaay
Producer
LostInLeon
LostInLeon
Engineer

Lyrics

When you get it, then you get it yeah we've been sliding for some weeks
See, I've been trying to stay low-key But times like this gon' make me squeeze
See Times like this'll make me think It's been quiet, ain't heard a peep
I ain't been tryna make no drills songs in real life, we doing sprees
In real life, we getting money Turnt on the net and off that shit
Yeah And if I like you, and you acting single on Vell I'm off that bitch
Racing a trackhawk in the rain almost kissed the curb, it was too slick
Yeah, I need some help, I got the cash I been Tryna score me some Trish
Hoe you say you my brudda When I drop you ain't supporting
I got labels sending emails to my phone Been out here working
Up dog shit yeah what's your focus these **** really be out here hopin
They be sub-postin the kid But that's expected, it's nun important
I've been cruising by myself, the world acting strange
Been droppin music for the trench Cause all we feel is pain
Phone on DND, I popped a Xanny Soon as I board the plane
Tryna see what's love and what's hate it Damn near feel the same
I've been cruising all alone Cause I don't trust you ****
I might not pick up my phone Cause now I'm feeling different
My brudda swing, I'ma hop out swing too Glitchin, tried to tell em get right
Get in with us, but they ain't listen dodgin pot holes in the rain
Turnt prolly sippin lean too What the fuck
Hate when people tell me to stop Like the fuck my cup, do to you
You dissed the same game that you once threw up Shit be fu
You in a shark tank, you just a piranha You gon' end up being food
It was long nights with my killas I was outside with em
Bad bitch steady shaking her ass But she ain't got no real thing
Shot this damn Drac so many times I ain't got nothing in it
Shit, I put **** straight in the ground No, I ain't got no feelings
If I went broke, I'll thug it out Till I can grab me a bone
Id search the crib, go through the dresser Find my old trap phone
Hit a play from 9-5 So I can make me a song
**** hatin, I made a way I had to jump out alone
Never had to ride a **** wave So they jump on my song
Was nervous at the start I thought I would jump out and fall
Thought I'd help them when they need but They ain't jump out at all
They'll play it close so they could win But I'm still standing tall
Written by: Justin Johnson
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