[Verse 1] Won’t drop addicted to the feedback Kickstart the glitch and never lean back Choose not a loop of imitation Bassline’s a spell, not a simulation Cracked skin gospel in the basement Tongue like wire, breath displacement Drumline twitch in a concrete sermon I spit my myth in a lo-fi version [Chorus] The world I bend, the chant I crop To be part of the wave—won’t drop The breath I loop, the glitch I swap To be part of the flame—won’t stop [Verse 2] Sweetheart’s bleeding in the tape hiss So smart she’s leading through the static bliss Music’s a relic, not a read-through Use two sticks to summon what you bleed to Smoke rings spiral in the reverb Bass slap gospel, no need for pre-words I’m the edge in your vibration Won’t drop the myth of my creation
