Reborn Lyrics – Blanco | from “Paradise On A Lifeboat EP”

Blanco closes the chapter on his rawest confessions yet with Reborn, the final breath of his upcoming EP Paradise On A Lifeboat, set for November 21, 2025, through Bourne Again Entertainment/Believe UK, and it feels like surfacing after holding your breath too long, that quiet surge of light breaking through the haze.

Blanco’s sound has always carried that UK trap weight, but Reborn shifts it toward something more searching, like he’s trading the street’s sharp edges for a deeper pull. He previewed a snippet during a low-key IG live last week, his voice low and layered over sparse keys and a beat that builds slow, almost like waves lapping at a sinking boat. It’s got those melodic hooks he sharpens on cuts like Yango, but here the lyrics—still under wraps till drop day—hint at shedding old skins, rising from the wreckage of doubt and done deals. He linked with producers from his World War 3 days to keep it intimate, no big swings, just enough space for the words to hit home.

Paradise On A Lifeboat isn’t chasing the charts; it’s Blanco mapping survival in six tracks that feel like lifelines tossed into the storm. The concept pulls from his own late-night wrestles—global noise bleeding into personal chaos, like on opener Regime’s nod to desensitized violence. You get Porto Alegre’s gritty pulse, One More Day with Kidwild adding that shared-weight collab vibe, Akaza diving into vulnerability’s bite, and this closer tying it with a thread of quiet triumph. It’s under 16 minutes total, but dense, replayable stuff that lingers.

He’s at a real turning point, three years deep into solo mode after those early buzz mixtapes, fresh off sold-out spots at Wireless and a quiet pivot toward sounds that breathe more than they bang. Paradise feels like him owning the scars, less about the flex and more the fight to float—proof the kid from Newham’s still evolving, one honest bar at a time.