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Left

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R&B/Soul

Left was released on June 19, 2026 by Asiq as a part of the album You - EP

Song Details

Release DateJune 19, 2026

LabelAsiq

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Asiq

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nik Groll

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Asiq

Producer

Lyrics

Cold wind on a late-night street

Phone light glowin' on my sleeve

One last choice at the edge of the block

Heart on red but my feet won't stop

Yeah, uh

I'm standin' at the bus stop, city in a low hum

Head full of voices from the place that I come from

Mama doin' doubles just to keep the lights warm

Pop disappeared like a ghost in a snowstorm

Old friends blowin' up my screen with a slick plan

Quick bands, little wrist, be a big man

Same kids skippin' class, now they skip court

Same block, same shot, just a new sport

I remember writin' schemes in a cheap notebook

Sixteen bars when the whole room shook

Beat in my ears like a getaway car

Every rhyme line fell like a metal crowbar

Stepdad said dreams don't pay this rent

But his whole damn life never made more sense

I saw rust on the barstool, dust in his glance

Thought if I stay here, I won't stand a chance

Now I'm watchin' that bus roll in with a hiss

Ticket to a city where my name might fit

On the other side, shadows by the storefront smile

Come ride, little cuz, we can win for a while

Last turn left or the same old right

Same dark block or a brand-new light

If I stay here, I might lose my mind

If I leave now, I might lose my kind

Heart on the line at the crosswalk glow

(One way fast, one way slow)

Either way hurts, either road cuts deep

But only one road lets a lost boy speak

Yeah, cousin pulls up in a matte black ride

Bass so loud that it shakes my pride

He says, "Hop in, we can flip this night

Little wrist, big win, we'll be alright"

He got card scans, fake IDs, coded phones

Pill jars rattlin' like broken bones

He laughs, "You and those pages, that's kid stuff

Come taste real life where the bills stack up"

But I see blue lights lickin' on the far brick wall

Cop car creepin' with a slow-burn crawl

Every fast cash story that I ever got told

Ended up cold in a cell or a hole

My phone buzzes, mom sends one line

"Proud of you, baby, keep chasin' that rhyme"

Just a cheap old text on a cracked glass screen

But it hit more deep than the motor's scream

I look down at my shoes, all busted and thin

Then back at his chains with the floodlight grin

Thought, new sneakers never fix old scars

But one good verse might move these bars

So I step back, hand on my chest, no front

Say, "I can't trade my soul for a month"

He rolls his eyes, says, "You'll die broke, friend"

I say, "I'd rather die real than pretend," oh

Last turn left or the same old right

Same dark block or a brand-new light

If I stay here, I might lose my mind

If I leave now, I might lose my kind

Heart on the line at the crosswalk glow

(One way fast, one way slow)

Either way hurts, either road cuts deep

But only one road lets a lost boy speak

If fear talks loud, let the drum talk back

Let the snare cut holes in the old train tracks

Every heartbeat tappin' out, don't turn 'round

Every step forward is a new home sound

Oh, last turn left and I board that bus

Old life fadin' in the exhaust dust

If I miss you, know I saved myself

Put my pain on the page, not a prison shelf

Heart on the line at the crosswalk glow

(One way fast, one way slow)

Either way burns, either road takes heat

But tonight I chose the one where my soul can speak

Cold wind dies as the doors slide close

City lights blur in a golden glow

If they ask where I went when the night went deaf

I took that last turn left

Written by: Nik Groll

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