HOOK (slow, monotone, Peep’s real drugged cadence) took a couple bars, now the day feel slow left my phone on loud, but you still don’t call been asleep on the floor with the lights down low if i don’t wake up, you ain’t care at all VERSE (REAL Peep drug-writing — numb, blunt, repetitive, depressed but gentle) poured a four in my fanta, barely feel that shit told myself i’d quit, then i popped two more quick got a towel in the door so the smoke don’t drift neighbors bangin’ on the wall, they don’t know ’bout this cig burns on my hoodie from the nights i shake when the pills don’t hit right, and my hands feel fake old scars on my arm, you used to trace that pain said it made me “look real,” i ain’t felt real in days empty bottle on the counter, still pink on the rim haven’t eaten in a minute, got no strength in my limbs you said “peep, slow down,” but you never stuck round now i’m lookin’ at the ceiling every time i come down all my boys passed out, i’m awake again with a knot in my chest and a fucked-up head i been tryna get clean, but the room too quiet and the silence hit worse when i try to fight it i keep hearing your laugh in the back of my brain every time i detox, it come right back again you ain’t love me enough to help fix my life but you loved how i looked when the drugs hit right i ain’t proud of the shit that i did last week had a nosebleed drip on my white jeans you ain’t text all day, i ain’t ask you to just wish you came through like you used to HOOK REPRISE (same timing) took a couple bars, now the day feel slow left my phone on loud, but you still don’t call been asleep on the floor with the lights down low if i don’t wake up, you ain’t care at all
