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Fahrenheit 5280
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fahrenheit 5280 was released on February 20, 2026 by Dirty Laboratory Productions as a part of the album Techancholy
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelDirty Laboratory Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Time
Time
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Time
Time
Songwriter
Clouse Clouse
Clouse Clouse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clouse Clouse
Clouse Clouse
Producer

Lyrics

I've been smelling smoke lately future looking so hazy
The past is in the present and the future looking so shaky
Paranoid polaroid, who's watching, who betrayed me?
Temperature, Fahrenheit 5280
It's a pleasure to burn, they put history in an urn
History doesn't repeat it rhymes but now the cycle return
The Spanish came, the French came, the English came it's all the same
The land they tried to claim in the name of gold and silver veins
A book is a loaded gun but they already unloaded guns
At Sand Creek where they massacred women, daughters, and sons
They killed Cheyenne and Arapaho then followed them to Washita River
They celebrated the firemen in Denver with scalps and medals delivered
Then they burned the Cheyenne lodges up in Summit Springs
This was after the Civil War the Union obeyed with puppet strings
They forced the Ute off their land then they fought back at Milk Creek
Don't listen to the lies, listen to the land and it will speak
All for a gold rush, don't blush, stab a mountain it will bleed
Columbines with bullet holes, fracking fields it's not healthy
Rocky Flats fallout sunset I'm praying for skies rainy
Paper burns at 451, but it's 5280
I've been smelling smoke lately future looking so hazy
The past is in the present and the future looking so shaky
Paranoid polaroid, who's watching, who betrayed me?
Temperature, Fahrenheit 5280
It's a pleasure to burn, they don't want you to learn
Cocktail parties, where do you work, what do you earn?
They put the army in you, they put the cop in you, they're arming you
They put the doom patrol in doom scroll those pixel hearts are harming you
They put family in the TV screen turn it up delete the screams
Burn the library, fire is bright, the fire leaves it squeaky clean
Listen the silence is killing you, listen the walls are yelling at you
Listen they're not helping you, they don't want you to think just tell you to do
Mech hounds going door to door the AI is leading them
But now there's no books to burn cuz no one is reading them
The enemy's a question when we talk seclusion lessens
Maybe we didn't want the books we wanted the stories of connection
I put on my dust jacket it's a pleasure to burn
I sit in my house on fire, I guess it's my turn
I open up my phone and take a selfie can you blame me?
Paper burns at 451, but it's 5280
I've been smelling smoke lately future looking so hazy
The past is in the present and the future looking so shaky
Paranoid polaroid, who's watching, who betrayed me?
Temperature, Fahrenheit 5280
Written by: Chris Time Steele, Clouse Clouse
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