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PARACHUTE
Hip-Hop/Rap
PARACHUTE was released on July 24, 2026 by Jackson Lepere as a part of the album SWAMP
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AlbumSWAMP
Release DateJuly 24, 2026
LabelJackson Lepere
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peair
Peair
Rap
Eli Huskey
Eli Huskey
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson lepere
Jackson lepere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson lepere
Jackson lepere
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
So help me crash out, body dummy lashed out
Seeking through the wreckage, my head concussed and I passed out
Ruckus feeling reckless, I listen, I better act now
Moment of clarity, help me God, milk the cash cow
I'm my own charity, I better reap the benefits
The numbers in my bank account is something you can't F with it
The roots of evil are feeble and I behold the evidence
Interrogate 'em hounds for the dollar, the profit evident
Playing with the origin story a couple times
As a character moves into the swamp to leave behind
The past drama, turn around, it's been bad karma
The creatures underneath cutting deep, it could take your arm off
I'm in a panic, slow motion, it's panoramic
I try to manage, self-sustaining with all the damage
But the bomb was planted, ticking off just as we planned it
I reexamine it, figured out what I took for granted
Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
Battered and bruised, we're animals with no rules
Manipulating the truth, spoon feeding it back to you
Counterfeit calories left me hungry for another casualty
I held an appetite, stomach targets and searched anatomies
I wrestled on this ride I've watched too many times
Hoping maybe I could fly, my eyes would like to see that
But as I reach declines, it's leaving me paralyzed
Felt the fire fuel the drive, these clowns can find my feet at
Been stomping in this mud for a minute, my shoes are finished
Leeches biting at my laces, they digging to reach my limit
Creatures timid, they creep in and keep it killing
Extended to leave offended, the weakness you're still dependent on
Break it off 'til it's gone, pull apart what you want
Catching cold, chill night frights all around the swamp
Now I'm in that dirt, getting stains on the shirt
Everybody wanna fly with nobody getting hurt
Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
Won't fly if you clip both wings
Blow it all sky high, parachuting full swing
Jumping out, gotta pull a few strings
Felt the drop sinking down and my skin still stings
Written by: Jackson lepere
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