

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Mind racing Heart pacing (uh) Look [Verse 1] I been fighting with my shadow in a small room Sleep running from a past I never walked through Smile on in the pics, I be cropped too Whole squad in the frame, but I’m off view Teeth grit, jaw lock when I wake up Phone lit, ten texts I ain’t take up Mama call, say “baby, you should pray up” I just stare at the ceiling till the day cut Dark thoughts doing donuts in a dead end Tell myself I’m good, but I’m deadpan Got a knot in my chest like a headband Tell the world “I’m straight,” that’s a deadpan (yeah) [Chorus] I got blackout in my brain, still I bounce back Got a war inside my head, where the love at? If I say I’m doing fine, it’s a rug act Sweep it all under ’til it all snap (all snap) I got pressure on my name, I don’t show that Turn the pain into flame, let it blow back If you feel it in your chest, better own that We gon’ ride through the dark, bring the soul back (bring it back) [Verse 2] I been laughing at the pain like it’s light work Type “lol” while I’m scrolling through the night hurt Whole feed full of wins, I’m on ice first Benchwarm in my own life, that’s the right word Panic in my pulse when the day start Every plan fall apart like spare parts Tryna talk, but the words feel barbed wire So I chew on my tongue till my jaw tire (uh) Still here, still breathing with a stiff face Therapist say I’m living at a quick pace I been shoving every fear in a sick place Now they beating on the door like a big case (let ’em out) [Chorus] I got blackout in my brain, still I bounce back Got a war inside my head, where the love at? If I say I’m doing fine, it’s a rug act Sweep it all under ’til it all snap (all snap) I got pressure on my name, I don’t show that Turn the pain into flame, let it blow back If you feel it in your chest, better own that We gon’ ride through the dark, bring the soul back (bring it back) [Bridge] If you ever felt low, you ain’t solo (nah) Heart heavy in your hoodie like it’s full gold Talk tough, but your eyes say “I’m so cold” You can let it out here, this a stronghold (yeah) Hands up if you ever had to fake sleep Just to keep from crying when it cut deep We gon’ turn every scar to a drum beat Every tear to a tide when the blood speak (let it speak) [Chorus] I got blackout in my brain, still I bounce back Got a war inside my head, where the love at? If I say I’m doing fine, it’s a rug act Sweep it all under ’til it all snap (all snap) I got pressure on my name, I don’t show that Turn the pain into flame, let it blow back If you feel it in your chest, better own that We gon’ ride through the dark, bring the soul back (bring it back)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce with male vocals; crunchy distorted 808s and sub-layered bass slamming under skittering triplet hats, razor snares, and dark brass stabs. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and shouted ad-libs; verses tight and breathless, riding a relentless pocket. Sparse, eerie keys and reversed vox chops haunt the background, with drops that pull the drums then slam them back harder on each chorus., low, bounce, male vocals
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4/6/2026