Once the ghost takes a friend, they ain't ever coming back (no cap) From the H train to the fetty, from the tar to the blind (blind) The calendar is bleeding, leaving everything behind (behind) 2028 on the page, the ink is starting to stain (stain) Just a passenger riding on the 1000 day trauma train (train) (Yeah, the trauma train, the trauma train) [Verse] Let's dive deeper in the dirt, let's talk about the grit (the grit) The way the black tar bubbles when the flame starts to hit (hit it) The chemistry is cooked, the purity is mid at best (mid) Putting every single nerve ending to a lethal test (test) Remember when the dragon was the only thing we knew? (knew) Before the fetty turned the whole horizon blue (blue) Now the legs are turning ebony, the circulation] Started with the H train, 2010, first ghost in the wind (gone) Cold steel on the tracks, the trauma train coming in (here it comes) First close friend departed, left a hole in the orbit (rip) Sucked into the void, the grief was too much to absorb it (too much) Fast forward, 2013, Chappy hit the dirt, second day (second day) Tondoe caught a nod, heroin’s a debt you gotta pay (pay it) OD in the alleyway, the silence was deafening (shh) The cycle starting up, the patterns were strengthening (it's real) 2016, BP Miller, stats dragging, chasing the ghost (dragging) Dragging after the dragon, a burnt-out skeletal host (burnt out) Black tar on the foil, crystal meth was the peak (the best) Highkey thinking we were winning while the foundation was weak (too weak) Shattered glass and silver spoons, the dopamine was a lie (lie) Watching the circle shrink, watching the brotherhood die (die) Then 2019 hit, the tar got a secret inside (sus) Laced with the fetty, now there ain't nowhere to hide (nowhere) The habit shifted gears, the chemistry started to warp (warp) The high got thinner, the comedown was jagged and sharp (too sharp) By 2022, the deer was kicking, the fetty took the wheel (took it) Legs turning charcoal, losing the way that I feel (blackened) Necrosis in the marrow, the skin turning midnight ink (dark) Standing on the precipice, staring right over the brink (the brink) Carfentanyl in the vein, right eye went dark, blinds’ down (blind) A one-eyed king in a hollowed-out, desolate town (desolate) The vision is fractured, the perspective is skewed (skewed) Every single memory is just a different shade of blue (blue) 2025, Freddie’s gone with the wind, snatched up by the breeze (snatched) Another name on the list, another soul on its knees (on its knees) Then there was Ara, thirteen days on the clock, a countdown (13) Malone and I racing, trying to save him from the ground (race it) Hospital hallways, the smell of bleach and despair (bleach) Grasping at a ghost, fighting for a pocket of air (no air) We got him to the doors but the door was already shut (shut) A jagged edge of loss, a deep and permanent cut (cut) Now I'm staring at the calendar, 2028 is circled red (red) A date with a demon, a feeling that the future is dead (it's dead) I got the proof in the patterns, the math is simple and cold (cold) A story of wreckage that's already been told (already told) If you want the prophecy, just look at the dirt in the past (look back) The trauma train is coming and it's moving way too fast (too fast) [Chorus] Trauma train coming through, clicking on the track (click-clack) Once the ghost takes a friend, they ain't ever coming back (no cap) From the H train to the fetty, from the tar to the blind (blind) The calendar is bleeding, leaving everything behind (behind) 2028 on the page, the ink is starting to stain (stain) Just a passenger riding on the 1000 day trauma train (train) (Yeah, the trauma train, the trauma train) [Verse] Let's dive deeper in the dirt, let's talk about the grit (the grit) The way the black tar bubbles when the flame starts to hit (hit it) The chemistry is cooked, the purity is mid at best (mid) Putting every single nerve ending to a lethal test (test) Remember when the dragon was the only thing we knew? (knew) Before the fentalogues turned the whole horizon blue (blue) Now the legs are turning ebony, the circulation