Dungeon Couch Confessions

[Intro]
Torch light
Dungeon couch
Snack crumbs
Blank mind (uh)
Scrollin like a spell book
Same page, same doubt (same page)
Therapist say “talk it out” (talk it out?)
I’m like “bet… maybe next week” (maybe)
[Verse 1]
Got my vices in a playlist
Tabs in a row like brave knights
Click, quest, finish
Then I’m empty by the daylight (dang)
Laugh it off, then I log back in
Jester brain do a backspin (whoop)
King-size bed, I’m the lonely king
Crown crooked when the shame hits
Session on Zoom, hoodie on, eyes red
Shrink say “how you feel?” I said, “kinda dead” (kinda)
Tryna chase touch on a cracked screen, panicked
Body in the bed but my soul in the attic (way up)
High as the drawbridge, moat full of thoughts
Castle made of comfort that I wish I never bought
Therapist like “bro, that’s a lot”
I said “facts… but I still hit play at 2 o’clock” (2 a.m., yup)
[Chorus]
Medieval mind in a modern mess (uh-huh)
Porn in my pocket, I confess (I did it)
Knight in armor, heart undressed (naked)
Swinging at ghosts instead of the stress (skrrt)
I need love, I need rest (fr)
Need a hug and maybe a quest (side quest)
Told my doc I’m doin’ my best (am I?)
But my search bar louder than the rest (shh… nope)
[Verse 2]
Got a vape like a magic wand
One more hit, all my fears respawn (pop up)
Therapist talk, I just nod, zone gone
Thinking ‘bout bodies I’ve never known (awkward)
Scroll, scroll, scroll, it’s a spell I cast
But every lil clip just be fading fast
I’m a court clown tap-dancing in class
Joking ‘bout thirst so they don’t see past (haha… wait)
Stoner in a robe, call me couch paladin
Holy grail chips, lil’ soda chalice
Say I’m just “visual,” tryna sound valid
Whole time dodging why I feel absent
She said “what if you sat with the urge?”
I said “sit where? on this urge like a horse?” (giddy up)
We both laughed, then it kinda hurt
Cuz jokes hit deep when you speak in the dirt (real)
[Chorus]
Medieval mind in a modern mess (messy)
Porn in my pocket, I confess (I told you)
Knight in armor, heart undressed (oof)
Swinging at ghosts instead of the stress (ya)
I need love, I need rest (please)
Need a hug and maybe a quest (side quest)
Told my doc I’m doin’ my best (I’m trying)
But my search bar louder than the rest (too loud)
[Bridge]
[choir voices fade in, fake dramatic]
(ahhh) I been
Praying to the glowing screen (amen)
(ahhh) I need
Something that can’t be streamed (log out)
(ahhh) maybe
Touch that remember my name (say it)
(ahhh) not just
Algorithms in my brain (brain, brain)
[Chorus]
Medieval mind in a modern mess
Porn in my pocket, I confess (one more time)
Knight in armor, heart undressed (clank)
Swinging at ghosts instead of the stress (yeah)
I need love, I need rest (real talk)
Need a hug and maybe a quest (group quest)
Therapist said “let’s clean that desk” (okay)
I said “cool… after this next text” (hold up)

rap, Murky medieval trap beat with warped lute samples and subby 808s, swung hi-hats, and goofy percussive ear-candy. Male vocals in a lazy, stoner pocket; verses half-mumbled, half-snapped. Hooks explode with stacked chant vocals and call-and-response ad-libs. Mix leans heavy on low end, with occasional reverb-y choir stabs for comic drama., hip hop, medieval