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Parallel (Freestyle)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Parallel (Freestyle) was released on November 21, 2025 by Vibe Tribe as a part of the album destination not found.
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelVibe Tribe
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MELANCHOLY MØ
MELANCHOLY MØ
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Spearman
Malik Spearman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malik Spearman
Malik Spearman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Just left the ice cream shop
Phone bout to die and shit
I was in there for a long time
A **** be hungry and shit
It seems like the world's giving up all the time
Couldn't kill me if they tried
Had to pull up in that shit to show these **** how we ride
It seems like the world's giving up all the time
Had to get up out the way
All my dogs move in parallel i promise you we straight
They told me ain't no one gon pick up on yo shit you better carry it
Life been getting heavy on me quick and I'm aware of it
Trying to find some people that i trust that part the scariest
Cause I ain't have no spotter for my heart when it was heaviest
Boy stop
I'm too busy beating on her walls until the noise stop
They ain't spending money on the boy, we finna boycott
Yeah, like yall said yqll gon do target
You don't make it to the finish, it don't matter that you started
I'm just spitting facts
If we want the shit they took from us, we gotta get it back
I'mma need a milli but for now lets start with 50 racks
I'm talking reparations
I'm talking segregation
I'm talking separation
Slavery alive today, don't matter if its banned now
Every time we try to make a stand, nobody stand out
Look how they did MLK, we got another man down
People who took hand outs, telling us put our hands down
No no no, we dont want that shit
Say no, no no, we dont want that shit
No no no, we dont want that shit
Say no, no no, we dont want that shit
**** living lavishly
Uncle Sam be taxing me
Creating sources of income that come to me passively
Living so damn good my brother baby momma mad at me
Smoking on that pack now I no longer follow gravity
My ex girlfriend's girlfriends still adding me
The devil working overtime to trip me up
I be smoking on that gas, cause it's a pick me up
It's hella sad, when I was down you wouldn't lift me up
That's different huh
Shit changing, really moving too fast
I see big, faces who knew I'd have all this cash
Not my momma, not my dad
Not my exes from the past
Its some ones that did me good, fuck the ones that did me bad
Andddd i'm still mad today
I'mma keep on working till everyday feel like saturday
Call her Bruce the way she throwing pussy like some batarangs
Ass so fat its swallowing the shirt, ass so fat she know her worth, i'mma hit it after church, we talking matinee
That don't mean I want shawty
She already know bout me
I don't fuck with nobody
(fuck u thought)
Seen you bought a stick, you ain't catching no bodies
Yall a bunch of nobodies
(fuck u thought)
Don't pull up to no parties
Just cause I ken, I'll pull up with 4 barbies
(fuck u thohght)
Hope u understand- and
Beefing with my mans,
Might air out the whole lobby
(fuck u thought)
Bending corners in some shit that you can not afford
These assembled overseas boy this is not a Ford
I use every horse i got boy this is not decor
I'm alive and i git drive so u can not ignore
It seems like the world's giving up all the time
Couldn't kill me if they tried
Had to pull up in that shit to show these **** how we ride
It seems like the world's giving up all the time
Had to get up out the way
All my dogs move in parallel i promise you we straight
Your love ran out of-
Your love ran out of time
Your love ran out of-
Your love ran out of time
Your love ran out of-
Your love ran out of time
Your love ran out of-
Your love ran out of time
Written by: Malik Spearman
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