Basement of My Brain

rap, Cold dark trap, sparse bell plucks and sub drones, Male low-register rap, verses stripped with tight hats and dry vocal up front; hooks slam with stacked growls, distant shouts, and abrupt drops into bass-only moments, Short, menacing, hypnotic, with sharp doubles and ad-libs punching key words, male vocals, minimal, low

[Verse 1] Dust on the blinds Mold in the hallway Landlord text Said "pay it all today" Bills on the fridge Like trophies I never wanted Fridge light flickers Half a lemon, that's my profit Neighbors bang walls Arguin' through thin paint Police sirens echo Like they know my first name Clock on the stove Stopped dead at 3:09 I tap the glass Like I can knock back time [Chorus] Basement of my brain Where the rot set in (yeah) Keep that door chained But it crawls back in (grr) I don't play saint I just drown this sin Basement of my brain Where the dark moves in (rah) [Verse 2] Three missed calls From a number I don't save Probably that friend Who only love me when I'm paid Ash in the tray Looks like snowfall on the plate I brush it in lines Then I stare, then I wait Text from my ex "Hope you're good"—then nothin' Left me on read Like a bill I keep duckin' Cheap black hoodie Smell of rain and defeat Walk with my head down Like I'm dodgin' teeth [Chorus]

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