Blackout In My Brain

[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)

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