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Blue Static
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blue Static was released on December 11, 2025 by Natural Cosmic Music as a part of the album Slow Fall
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Release DateDecember 11, 2025
LabelNatural Cosmic Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Frédérick Savard-Hade
Producer

Lyrics

Blue room static in my head when the night hits
Tryna sort the noise from the truth and the bullshit
Got a couple thoughts that return when I don't sleep
I don't run from pain, I let it talk till it runs weak, mm
Been sittin in a quiet room tryna reset
Air feel heavy but my head ain't break yet
Old thoughts surfacin quick when the moon set
I just breathe slow, lettin tension lose its grip, mm
I ain't lookin for a high, just alignment
Heart still stiff but I'm workin through confinement
Little bit of calm in the middle of the climate
Learned to drop the weight that don't move in refinement
Blue room static in my head when the night hits
Tryna sort the noise from the truth and the bullshit
Got a couple thoughts that return when I don't sleep
I don't run from pain, I let it talk till it runs weak
Blue room static in my head when the night hits
Tryna sort the noise from the truth and the bullshit
Got a couple thoughts that return when I don't sleep
I don't run from pain, I let it talk till it runs weak
Late nights hit different when you're clear now
Used to drown in the fog but I steer now
Still a couple fears that appear when it's near now
But I breathe slow, let the whole thing clear out
If the vibe ain't right, I detach quick
I don't hold on tight to the wrong shift
Life taught me how to bleed without fallin
Now I rise from the mess that I once lived, yeah
Blue room static in my head when the night hits
Tryna sort the noise from the truth and the bullshit
Got a couple thoughts that return when I don't sleep
I don't run from pain, I let it talk till it runs weak
Blue room static in my head when the night hits
Tryna sort the noise from the truth and the bullshit
Got a couple thoughts that return when I don't sleep
I don't run from pain, I let it talk till it runs weak
Written by: Frédérick Savard-Hade
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