[Hook - Finn] Feel this, Right now I’m slipping Somehow Feel this, Right now, I’m falling, Somehow. [Verse - Unscene] I feel it in my ribs like a kick drum, thick thump, can’t sit still, Tryna chill, but my lips numb, mouth shut, I’m a lit fuse til the guilt kill (uh) Ceiling fan spinnin’, my head do the same, dead, out the game, but my thoughts sprint, I smile in the daylight, then slide out the scene, hide from the team, ‘cause I don’t wanna talk, shit I’m boxed in, skin crawl, I’m tense, jaw clenched, teeth grind, eyes wide, Heartbeat tap-dance, fast hands, I can’t stand crowds, I blend in, then I borderline flatline (ayy) I’ll crack jokes, make ‘em laugh, then I dip, then I’m back in the back with the black mood, Scrollin’ through messages, hover on “send,” then I end up pretendin’ I been cool (yeah) Pride got me locked like a latch on a gate, I hate that I freeze when it’s real talk, I wanna get close, but the closer you get, the more I get ghost, like my chest got a kill switch It’s twisted, I miss it then diss it, I crave it, then wave it away like it’s nothin’, Then I’m stuck with the echo, the “why did you do that,” the replay that’s cuttin’ (uh) So if you feel this, if you sinkin’ and slippin’ and grippin’ the air in the dark, I’m with you, still fightin’ the spiral, still writin’ survival, still playin' the part (woah) [Hook - Finn] Feel this, Right now I’m slipping Somehow Feel this, Right now, I’m falling, Somehow. [Verse - Unscene] My mind get loud, crowd noise, roundhouse, side-eye, “you trash,” “you fake,” “you hate,” Then it backpedal quick, act delicate, “fix it,” like I’m supposed to be strong when I ain't (uh) Catch-22: I need you, I leave you, I see you, I speed up, then stall, I say “don’t call,” then I stare at the phone like “please call,” that’s the sick part of all (yeah) I’m trapped in the maybes, what-ifs, calculations, no sleep, just shaky predictions, I rehearse every sentence, then choke on my entrance, then hate my condition (ayy) It’s “get up and go,” but my legs feel like lead, and my head feel like headlights, I’m stuck in the glare, I’m aware I’m impaired, but I swear I’m still tryin’ to get right (uh) I’m scrollin’ for comfort, I’m huntin’ for silence, I’m starvin’ for somethin’ that’s steady, But comfort feel scary ‘cause every time I trust it, it turns on me, I wasn’t ready Still, there’s a thread in the mess, and I tug it, it’s thin, but it keeps me from sinkin’, Like a voice in my gut sayin’ “quit runnin’,” so I sit with the hurt while I’m blinkin’ (yeah) And I’m learnin’ to breathe through the wave, let it hit, let it pass, let it fade, If I fall again, cool, I’ll stand up again, I’m done lettin’ my fear be the way (woah) [Hook - Finn] Feel this, Right now I’m slipping Somehow Feel this, Right now, I’m falling, Somehow. (ooh, I’m falling… somehow) [Bridge] Feel this… (feel this) Right now (right now) I’m found (found) Somehow (somehow) [Outro - repeat fading] Feel this… Right now… Just this…. I’m found
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