(Intro - 0:00) (Sound of a dusty record crackle, then a deep, throbbing 808 bass kick drops. A simple, melancholic piano loop fades in.) Yeah... uh... They said "Dee, you been quiet lately" I said "I'm right here though" Funny how that works, huh? Turn me up. (Verse 1 - 0:20) Sittin' on the balcony, watchin' the city breathe Fumes from the streets below, mixin' with the ivy leaves Thinkin' 'bout a text I got from a shorty I used to know Said she heard my voice in a song at a gas station in Ohio Funny, I ain't drop a verse in six months, not a single bar But my echo's in the speakers of a Hyundai, drivin' far They call it streamin', I call it hauntin', a beautiful disease I plant a seed in a chorus, watch it grow and blow in the breeze They askin' "Where he at?" Like I ever fuckin' left My presence is a ghost, but my pen is permanent etch On the grey matter of your mind, the space between your ears Whisperin' in the quiet moments, conquerin' your fears. (Chorus - 1:10) (Bass gets heavier, drums hit harder) 'Cause I'm livin', rent-free in your head Every thought you thought you thought, it's somethin' that I said From the kitchen to the coupe, from the cradle to the bed You can't un-hear the truth once it's lodged inside your medulla Yeah, I'm livin', rent-free in your head A melody you can't shake, a word that must be said When the world is gettin' loud and you need a point instead You hear me in the static... livin' rent-free in your head. (Verse 2 - 1:50) Remember that old apartment? Mattress on the floor Crack in the ceiling looked like a map to somethin' more Wrote a verse about a heartbreak, a battle with my pride Didn't know a million showers would be singin' it inside Now it's in the gym playlist when you're pushin' for that last rep In the earbud of the bus rider, tryna make his cash stretch This ain't a brag, it's a fact, it's a scientific law A powerful idea is a splinter you can't withdraw I'm the uncle you ain't got, the homey that understands The voice of late-night wisdom when the world makes no demands I'm just Cole from the Ville, but I'm also somethin' more I'm the soundtrack to your come-up, I'm the one you're lookin' for. (Chorus - 2:35) 'Cause I'm livin', rent-free in your head Every thought you thought you thought, it's somethin' that I said From the kitchen to the coupe, from the cradle to the bed You can't un-hear the truth once it's lodged inside your medulla Yeah, I'm livin', rent-free in your head A melody you can't shake, a word that must be said When the world is gettin' loud and you need a point instead You hear me in the static... livin' rent-free in your head. (Bridge - 3:15) (Beat strips back to just the deep bass and piano) This for the ones who write they thoughts down in a notepad For the ones who feel unseen, feelin' like the world forgot that Your energy is currency, your story is the plot map Don't you let 'em tell you different, this the only thing I got at... Is the truth. And the truth is heavy, heavier than these drums The truth is, you can live forever, when your time here's done In the minds of the people that you touched, the love you gave You don't need a mansion when you got an eternal cave... Inside someone's soul. (Outro - 3:50) (Drums slowly fade back in, then drop out again) So I ain't worried 'bout the charts... I ain't worried 'bout the streams... I'm right where I need to be... Uh... livin' rent-free. (Bass hits one last, deep, rumbling note and fades out) Yeah. Fayetteville.
