Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sink’s full of coffee rings Cold mug, burnt tongue, same thing Ceiling fan limps in lazy circles Dust doing laps like scared turtles Prescription bottle on the back of the toilet Child-proof cap like, “You sure you wanna open it?” Mirror got freckles of old toothpaste I trace ‘em like constellations I erased Peeling sticker on the shower door Says “Smile more” in a grocery-store font I try Jaw just creaks, teeth reply “why?” Tile grout tattooed in mildew maps Every crack a cul‑de‑sac of collapse I pace the bathmat, bare feet, wet thoughts Ask the faucet how much calm it costs [Chorus] I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Knees on tile till my doubts get sore Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer Hands in the sink, face in the storm If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more” [Verse 2] Razor rusted like it’s tired of sharpness Trash can choir of empty cartons Old texts glowing on a cracked phone screen “You up?” “I’m fine” “You know what I mean” Heartbeat thump in the pipes above Neighbor’s TV preaching store-bought love I memorize the mold behind the soap Looks like a map of everywhere I never wrote My shadow on the wall got better posture He stands tall while I bargain with the faucet Cold water baptism in a plastic cup Sip, spit, stare, can’t swallow this stuff There’s a hair in the drain that looks like a question Curled in a shape that spells confession I pull, it resists, then breaks in two Just like every answer I drag from you [Chorus] I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Knees on tile till my doubts get sore Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer Hands in the sink, face in the storm If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more” [Bridge] If I twist this knob, do I drown or heal? (yeah) Hot steam halo, skin can’t feel If this is church, it’s a cheap motel Towel for a pew, same old hell But I stay Soap-scum saint in a cotton robe Waiting for the grout to glow For the crack in the mirror to finally close [Chorus] I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Knees on tile till my doubts get sore Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer Hands in the sink, face in the storm If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more”
Tags
rap, Dusty boom-bap loop with warped Rhodes and distant vinyl crackle, male vocals. Intimate, close-mic rap delivery that leans conversational in the verses; subtle bass swells and brushed snare keep it floating. Hook opens with airy harmonies and a softly filtered choir pad, then drops back into a skeletal groove. Sparse ear-candy delays on key phrases, master glued just enough to feel warm and lived-in., hip hop
Duration
3:31
Instrumental
No
Created
3/9/2026