Friends With Teeth (Remastered)

Melodic sad-rap / cinematic trap with a 78-86 BPM half-time feel in a minor key; intro opens on lonely piano and distant guitar, verse rides close-mic half-rapped phrases over sparse kicks and soft pad swells, pre-chorus widens with stretched melody and layered doubles, chorus blooms with wounded stacked vocals and controlled 808 weight, spoken bridge drops to room tone and piano before the final lift; filtered risers, reversed cymbal breaths, string lifts into the hook, intimate and wide-screen mix, ambient, vocal, emotional, deep, soft, sad, slow, rap

[Intro]
School bell echo, cold tile gleam
A room full of faces, none on my team
Small boy breathing like he’d done something wrong
Learning that silence can still sing along
[Verse 1]
They called me mate with a mouth full of razors
Playground saints turning into undertakers
Same hands waved me in, same hands dug deep
Buried my name where the quiet kids sleep
Lunch table thrones made of plastic and pride
I sat on the edge with my hunger inside
They laughed like knives being sharpened in rows
And I smiled like a wound that nobody knows
I carried my shame in a schoolbag split
Books on my back, whole world on my ribs
Every hallway had eyes, every whisper had weight
Every joke was a lock on an invisible gate
[Pre-Chorus]
And I learned too young
How a heart disappears
Not all ghosts die
Some just grow up here
[Chorus]
I had friends with teeth
Grinning while they fed on me
They were meant to keep the wolves outside
But they became the wolves I’d see
I had friends with teeth
Love dressed up as injury
Before the world could break my heart
They taught it how to leave
[Verse 2]
The schoolyard was court and I stood there accused
Of being too soft, too strange, too bruised
I swallowed my voice till it tasted like rust
Turned every prayer into powder and dust
They knew where to press, knew where I’d fold
Knew how to make a warm child cold
And I hated myself for needing their grace
While they made target practice out of my face
Now I hear old laughter in crowded rooms
Feel childhood breathing from locked-up tombs
I shake hands lightly, keep exits near
Because friendship once sounded exactly like fear
[Bridge]
I wasn’t weak
I was surrounded
I wasn’t lost
I was outcounted
A boy with a pulse
In a pack of pretend
Learning the first betrayal
Can come dressed as a friend
[Final Chorus]
I had friends with teeth
Holy smiles and hollow deeds
They were meant to keep the wolves outside
But they sharpened them for me
I had friends with teeth
Love dressed up as injury
Before the world could break my heart
They taught it how to leave
[Outro]
School bell fading
Old wound speaks
Some friends are doors
Some friends have teeth

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[Intro] School bell echo, cold tile gleam A room full of faces, none on my team Small boy breathing like he’d done something wrong Learning that silence can still sing along [Verse 1] They called me mate with a mouth full of razors Playground saints turning into undertakers Same hands waved me in, same hands dug deep Buried my name where the quiet kids sleep Lunch table thrones made of plastic and pride I sat on the edge with my hunger inside They laughed like knives being sharpened in rows And I smiled like a wound that nobody knows I carried my shame in a schoolbag split Books on my back, whole world on my ribs Every hallway had eyes, every whisper had weight Every joke was a lock on an invisible gate [Pre-Chorus] And I learned too young How a heart disappears Not all ghosts die Some just grow up here [Chorus] I had friends with teeth Grinning while they fed on me They were meant to keep the wolves outside But they became the wolves I’d see I had friends with teeth Love dressed up as injury Before the world could break my heart They taught it how to leave [Verse 2] The schoolyard was court and I stood there accused Of being too soft, too strange, too bruised I swallowed my voice till it tasted like rust Turned every prayer into powder and dust They knew where to press, knew where I’d fold Knew how to make a warm child cold And I hated myself for needing their grace While they made target practice out of my face Now I hear old laughter in crowded rooms Feel childhood breathing from locked-up tombs I shake hands lightly, keep exits near Because friendship once sounded exactly like fear [Bridge] I wasn’t weak I was surrounded I wasn’t lost I was outcounted A boy with a pulse In a pack of pretend Learning the first betrayal Can come dressed as a friend [Final Chorus] I had friends with teeth Holy smiles and hollow deeds They were meant to keep the wolves outside But they sharpened them for me I had friends with teeth Love dressed up as injury Before the world could break my heart They taught it how to leave [Outro] School bell fading Old wound speaks Some friends are doors Some friends have teeth

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