« Midnight on a Mattress » (American trap, slow-dark, 130 BPM, style Future x Young Thug x early Travis Scott, voix défoncée, autotune pleureuse) [Intro – voix basse, chambre vide, beat presque pas là] Yeah… Just me and this fucked up mattress again… Xans in the drawer, Henny on the floor… Let’s talk about it… [Hook – mélodique, autotune lourd] I’m laid up on this stained mattress, countin’ regrets like bands Bad bitches in my phone, but nobody hold my hand Pop another pill just to feel somethin’ that ain’t pain Whole life been a movie, but I hate how this shit play Codeine in my veins, demons in my brain Remember when I prayed for this… now I just pray it go away [Verse 1 – parlé-chanté, voix qui tremble] I’m starin’ at the ceiling fan, spinnin’ like my thoughts Room smell like backwood ash and the perfume she left Last night I had three hoes, woke up still feelin’ dead They took the bands, took the Molly, took the soul out my chest Used to pray for a M, now I blow it in a week Private jet to Vegas, lost a hundred K on a streak Momma cryin’ on FaceTime, “baby when you comin’ home?” I just lie, say “soon”, then pour four in the Styrofoam I done fucked every IG model from the A to the Bay But when the Perc kick in, can’t remember they face Mirror show a stranger wearin’ all my chains Gold on my neck but my heart still in the cage [Hook – plus fort, presque en cri] I’m laid up on this stained mattress, ghosts in the sheets Racks in the safe but I’m broke in the streets Of my mind… yeah, I’m lost in my mind Thought the money would fix me, but the money just blind [Verse 2 – flow plus rapide, voix qui crack] Remember the come-up? Sleepin’ on the floor with the roaches Now it’s marble floors, but I still feel them crawlin’ Remember the first brick? Thought I made it out the trap Now the trap live in my head, no key, no map I done seen my homie die in the whip right next to me Blood on my Saint Laurent, still see it when I blink Pills for the pain, lean for the memories Money for the silence, but the silence never leave They scream my name at the shows, ten thousand hands up But when the lights go down, I’m still that scared lil’ boy That nobody picked up… [Bridge – presque parlé, beat coupé, juste piano sombre] I traded my soul for a lifestyle And the devil sent the invoice Now I’m payin’ every night On this mattress… Alone. [Hook final – voix brisée, reverb énorme] I’m laid up on this stained mattress, tears on the silk Thought the drugs would kill the feelin’… nah, they just built A bigger hole… bigger hole… I got everything I wanted But lost everything I need If I die tonight on this mattress Tell ’em the money killed me [Outro – chuchoté, téléphone qui tombe] Yeah… It’s quiet now… Just me and this mattress… Good night. (bruit d’un corps qui s’effondre doucement) m starin’ at the ceiling fan, spinnin’ like my thoughts Room smell like backwood ash and the perfume she left Last night I had three hoes, woke up still feelin’ dead They took the bands, took the Molly, took the soul out my chest Used to pray for a M, now I blow it in a week Private jet to Vegas, lost a hundred K on a streak Momma cryin’ on FaceTime, “ baby when you comin’ home?” I just lie, say “ soon”, then pour four in the Styrofoam I done fucked every IG model from the A to the Bay But when the Perc kick in, can’ t remember they face Mirror show a stranger wearin’ all my chains Gold on my neck but my heart still in the cage [Hook – plus fort, presque en cri] I’ m laid up on this stained mattress, ghosts in the sheets Racks in the safe but I’ m broke in the streets Of my mind… yeah, I’ m lost in my mind Thought the money would fix me, but the money just blind [Verse 2 – flow plus rapide, voix qui crack] Remember the come-up? Sleepin’ on the floor with the roaches Now it’ s marble floors, but I still feel them crawlin’ Remember the first brick? Thought I made it out the trap Now the trap live in my head, no key, no map I done seen my homie die in the whip right next to me Blood on my Saint Laurent, still see it when I blink Pills for the pain, lean for the memories Money for the silence, but the silence never leave They scream my name at the shows, ten thousand hands up But when the lights go down, I’ m still that scared lil’ boy That nobody picked up… [Bridge – presque parlé, beat coupé, juste piano sombre] I traded my soul for a lifestyle And the devil sent the invoice Now I’ m payin’ every night On this mattress… Alone. [Hook final – voix brisée, reverb énorme] I’ m laid up on this stained mattress, tears on the silk Thought the drugs would kill the feelin’… nah, they just built A bigger hole… bigger hole… I got everything I wanted But lost everything I need If I die tonight on this mattress Tell ’ em the money killed me [Outro – chuchoté, téléphone qui tombe] Yeah… It’ s quiet now… Just me and this mattress… Good night.
