Ad-lib: Back to the hometown...) (Ad-lib: An hour away...) Empty walls... Empty promises. (Verse 1) Driven an hour back to where it all began Past the old ghosts, stickin' to the plan. Pulled up to your crib, expecting to see you But the walls were blank, yeah, a sterile view. JW roots, yeah, I see the trace Ain't no pictures hanging in this empty space. It feels temporary, just like me Two sets of "Irish Twins" living differently. I put my toothbrush in the cup... it looked out of place. (Ad-lib: So out of place...) In a house so blank, leaving no trace. (Pre-Chorus) But then we turned the lights down low... (Ad-lib: Yeah, we turned 'em low...) And for a minute, I let the "Holy Spirit" go. We did it once, and God, it was fire Fueled by the mystery and the deep desire. It felt like a soul tie, felt like a win But was it love, or just the "Irish Twin" sin? (Chorus - The "Hitmaker" Hook) (The bass drops HEAVY. The beat is slow and grinding.) 'Cause I got one foot out the door And the other one's curled on your bedroom floor. Yeah, my bags are packed, sitting by the hall Even though the sex made me wanna risk it all. I don't trust the "blankness," I don't trust the "calm" I'm waiting for the ticking of the spirit bomb. 'Cause I'm paralyzed... yeah, I'm stuck in the lag Living my life out of an unpacked bag. (Verse 2) (The beat gets sharper. "Salty" flow.) I haven't given you a chance, yeah, I know it's true I keep my guard up, keep a bird's eye view. You're older, yeah, but you match the "havoc" tone Of my youngest sister... yeah, the same birthstone. Your brother's heavy with the doctrine, you're just "blank" But I know there's trauma in the family tank. That one night keeps playing in my head But I'd rather be safe than sleeping in your bed. I felt those Holy touches, that deep gut check Saying "Don't settle for the physical wreck." (Bridge - The "Hitmaker" Urgent Flow) (Music strips back. The beat races—SZA style urgency.) The house is empty... The walls are bare... And the Spirit says there ain't no love there. (Ad-lib: He told me so...) My intuition is screaming loud Get out of this hometown cloud! I need to run... (Ad-lib: Run, run, run...) I need to run... (Ad-lib: Run, run, run...) RUN! (Final Chorus / Outro) (Beat comes back for one last slow grind.) One foot out the door. (Ad-lib: But the sex was good...) Bags by the hall. (Ad-lib: JW roots...) Living my life... out of an unpacked bag. (Spoken:) It's just a vibe I never trusted. (Sound of a door slamming.) (Music fades.)

One Foot Out (Unpacked Bags II)