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para//els
Hip-Hop/Rap
para//els was released on December 28, 2025 by kojima global as a part of the album para//els - Single
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Release DateDecember 28, 2025
Labelkojima global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kojima plus
kojima plus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalonni Hurrel
Kalonni Hurrel
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kojima plus
kojima plus
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Who are all these brand new faces in the house?
Is home still home if I cant never lay down?
I've lived in danger since a child
I'm a product of the South
Korea to LA
Elysium where I stay
Theres tension in the sky
Silence in the kitchen
Been silent for a minute
The hallway’s a tunnel
My brain went missing
My body make decisions
You ain't never have to sleep in beds full of roaches in em
I don't go to shows as much, them rooms got hella posers in em
Billboard-obsessed culture vulture acting like the biggest
You should read on simulacrum, you’re just a recreation
An image, a model
I hoped this edible I took would drown out my sorrows
I rarely hit the bottle
I rarely talk about it
Shelter from the moon
I rarely miss my body
Missing out on the party
Missing out on my twenties
Theirs fungi on the bunnies
Theirs fiber in the air
I said that shit a while back
You act like you ain't care
Smoke in your lungs
Now you choking me for air
Tell me how that’s fair
I could play the dealer well with the cards I'm dealt
I could count each thread in the rope I made myself
The blue lights on the ceiling dim too much
I've used my words, I'm told I did too much
Nowadays, I don't leave the crib too much
Catch up on the phone, we been through much
It's parallels in our talk, its almost frightening, really
I guess fate has fucked up ways of realigning people
When I run out things to say, don't mind my silence please
Had my family take their own problems out on me
Addictive personality, shift ‘tween realities
Carcass in the valley
Motion deafened, joy selective
Block in my solar plexus
I know a ghost from Texas
I showed all affection
I saw no reflection
You saw no intention
You saw me turn possessive
I think you saw the devil
I have no recollection
Theres no real message
I'm just straight ventin’
There's nothing to reflect it
There was no connection
I'm just straight ventin’
Written by: Kalonni Hurrel
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