Edge of the Exit

[Verse 1]
I been starin at the ceiling like it’s talkin back
Scrollin through my old mistakes, every one a trap
Friends say “hit my line,” I leave ’em on read
’Cause I don’t got words, just a war in my head
Room dirty like the thoughts I keep hid
Voices in the vent say “you ain’t shit, kid”
Mama think I’m fine from the pics I send
But the smile in the frame got a cracked-up end
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be here, I just wanna stop
Wanna shut my eyes, let the noise all drop
If I disappear, would it change a lot?
Feelin like a burden that the world forgot
I don’t wanna breathe, I just wanna rest
Tired of this weight crushin on my chest
If this is life, I already lost
Standin on the edge, countin every cost
[Verse 2]
Everybody got plans, I just got pain
They talk future tense, I’m stuck in the rain
Therapist ask “tell me how you feel”
I laugh like “honestly, it don’t feel real”
’Cause I wake up tired from the same old fight
Fake “I’m good” texts just to be polite
Tryin not to fall for that late-night call
Where the dark in my mind says “end it all”
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be here, I just wanna stop
Wanna shut my eyes, let the noise all drop
If I disappear, would it change a lot?
Feelin like a burden that the world forgot
I don’t wanna breathe, I just wanna rest
Tired of this weight crushin on my chest
If this is life, I already lost
Standin on the edge, countin every cost
[Bridge]
But if I go, who gon miss my laugh?
Who gon roast my fits, talk about the past?
Who gon hold my mom when she breaks that bad news?
So I write one more verse, tie my hands to the truth
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be here, I just wanna stop
Wanna shut my eyes, let the noise all drop
If I disappear, would it change a lot?
Feelin like a burden that the world forgot
I don’t wanna breathe, I just wanna rest
Tired of this weight crushin on my chest
If this is life, I already lost
Standin on the edge, tryna count the cost

rap, Moody trap-leaning hip hop, male vocals. Hollow piano loop and distant pads under close, confessional verses; deep, sparse drums hit like slow punches. Hook opens with layered, low-pitched doubles and airy harmonies, lifting the emotion while keeping it dark and intimate. Sub-bass swells in the chorus, then drops out for a near-a cappella bridge, breathing room for the rawest lines., hip hop, sad