Dead Phone: LIVE

Three missed calls from the same old demon

Name in red on a cracked screen gleaming

Clock reads 3 but my chest still screaming

Sleep so close but the fear keep leaning

Old debts talk in a dead phone static

Whisper in my ear say, "Make that havoc"

Hands on my face, I don't trust that mirror

Eyes look back like a stranger nearer (yeah)

I don’t wanna go back there

Cold hands reaching from the past, I swear

Every step I take, feel a shadow on my heels

I don’t wanna go back, back where it’s real

I don’t wanna go back there (uh)

Voices in the dark still pulling on my hair

If I ever slip, they gon’ drag me by the feels

I don’t wanna go back, back where it’s real (back where it’s real)

New chain on but the rust bleed through

Smile on cam but the bruise see-through

Text at night, "We remember you"

Ain’t no block on the things I knew

Money on the table like a chalk-out line

Every blue note got a cost that’s mine

Laugh too loud, then the room go quiet

Whole crowd freeze when the ghosts walk by it (woo)

I don’t wanna go back there

Cold hands reaching from the past, I swear

Every step I take, feel a shadow on my heels

I don’t wanna go back, back where it’s real

I don’t wanna go back there

Voices in the dark still pulling on my hair

If I ever slip, they gon’ drag me by the feels

I don’t wanna go back, back where it’s real (nah, never back)