[Intro] Floor twenty... Floor thirty... Floor forty... Why does it feel like the higher I go... the harder I fall? Yeah... This elevator feels like a prison. [Verse 1] Mirror on the wall, I don't recognize my face. Dark circles under eyes, been running this race. Got money in the bank, got dreams on the shelf, but every single night I'm at war with myself. Penthouse waiting, city lights glowing. Everybody thinks that my life keeps growing. But inside this box, with these steel cold walls, I hear old memories when the silence calls. Every floor another scar. Every button another lie. Every second feels longer when you're dead inside. [Pre Hook] Going up... Going up... But I don't feel alive. Going up... Going up... Tell me why I wanna cry. [Hook] This elevator feels like prison. I'm trapped inside my vision. Going higher, getting colder. Heart getting darker. Penthouse in the sky, but my soul underground. Screaming with no sound. This elevator feels like prison. And I can't get out. [Verse 2] Still addicted to your memory. Still addicted to your touch. Like a sickness in my bloodstream, I miss you way too much. Everybody sees success. Nobody sees pain. Nobody sees me calling out your name. Champagne bottles. Luxury views. But I'd trade all of it for one night with you. The city keeps moving. The world keeps spinning. But my broken heart never stopped bleeding. [Hook] This elevator feels like prison. I'm trapped inside my vision. Going higher, getting colder. Heart getting darker. Penthouse in the sky, but my soul underground. Screaming with no sound. This elevator feels like prison. And I can't get out. [Rap Verse] Tick... Tick... Tick... Hear the cables sing. Hear the metal breathe. Hear the ghosts inside me never wanna leave. I built this kingdom from the dirt and mud. Now I'm drowning slowly inside my own blood. Every victory tastes empty. Every party feels fake. Every smile in the mirror looks ready to break. I chased the dream. Now the dream chases me. Funny how freedom became captivity. [Bridge] Floor sixty. Floor seventy. Almost there. The higher I climb... the more I miss the person I used to be. [Final Hook] This elevator feels like prison. This penthouse feels like hell. Every floor another secret. Every memory another cell. I hear your voice. I hear your name. I feel your shadow inside my veins. Going higher. Falling deeper. Living slower. Dying quicker. This elevator feels like prison. And I'm the one who built it. [Outro] Penthouse. Doors opening. Welcome home. ... Why does it still feel so empty?
