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HAZARD PAY
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HAZARD PAY was released on August 21, 2026 by island of salt as a part of the album HAZARD PAY - Single
August 21, 2026
Labelisland of salt
LanguageEnglish
BPM104
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

These pointless complications
Little bit of light up in my
Little bit of light up in my cell
Self, little bit of light
Self, cell, little bit, little bit
I guess it pays to bounce right back in this city
It's a shame to clean up, my act is insidious
Brain been running off map, you get with me
Two takes, we run the right track for two fifty
It's a pain to think my passion ain't pretty
New game to sink it all, passive, get pity
New plane, I'm hopping' off, actions say gimme
New place, my space ain't active this city ain't passive
Where the address at?
Grab my money where the cabinet at
I stash it, where the traction left
C'est la vie I'm the captain of myself
Little bit of light up in my cell
When will I release this shit? oh well
Grinding all my teeth to the bud and the seams don't recede
But I need it to trust myself
I been out of luck so long, containing shit
Won't tame this shit, I know
Stay up all night write songs explaining shit
Disdainful, it's my fault
Tally all the time I wasted
Way too much, head been heavy cause it's been my all
To defend my peace is a must
Won't break if you bend my knees to the dust
Running from an option
Growing up is out of patience
Stuck feeling caught in
These pointless complications
Trying to be honest
So why won't you just say shit? it's
So damn obnoxious
The way you claim you're aimless
Little bit of light up in my
Little bit of light up in my cell
Self, little bit of light
Help
I guess it pays to bounce right back in this city
It's a shame to clean up, my act is insidious
Brain been running off map, you get with me
Two takes, we run the right track for two fifty
It's a pain to think my passion ain't pretty
New game to sink it all, passive, get pity
New plane, I'm hopping' off, actions say gimme
New place, my space ain't active this city ain't passive
Where the address at?
Grab my money where the cabinet at
I stash it, where the traction left
C'est la vie I'm the captain of myself
Little bit of light up in my cell
When will I release this shit? oh well
Grinding all my teeth to the bud and the seams don't recede
But I need it to trust myself
Written by: Dolan Rud
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