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[Verse 1]
Woke up on the floor, teeth still taste like last night
Phone full of ghosts, all blue ticks and past fights
Bathroom mirror got a mouth, it keeps talkin'
Says, "You're just a habit in a hoodie" while I'm coughin'
Hands shake, pill case like a rosary
I count sins, not blessings, that’s the old in me
Mama said, "Boy, you got storms in your veins"
I said, "Storms keep me numb, they just feel like rain"
I used to chase that hush, that velvet blackout
Trade my whole soul for a *maybe* and a blackout
Every promise I made came with fine print
"I'll quit tomorrow" written right beside the syringe
[Chorus]
Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision
But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference
You can’t bury me alive in this prison
I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision
Cold hands, warm will in my chest now
Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out
Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'
But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’
[Verse 2]
Dealer hit my line like, "You good? You miss me?"
I left that message on read, let the void answer with me
I poured the bottle in the sink, watched it bleed slow
Smelled my own fear risin' with the cheap smoke
Group chair circle, I spoke like a stranger
Name, age, habit, history of danger
Voice cracked, whole room heard my shame
But they nodded, like, "Same scars, different name"
Now I keep my stash in the trash, not the dresser
Memories of the rush in a box with old letters
Every trigger is a test, every test is a step
I’m walkin' on thin ice, prayin' it holds my breath
[Chorus]
Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision
But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference
You can’t bury me alive in this prison
I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision
Cold hands, warm will in my chest now
Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out
Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'
But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’
[Bridge]
If you’re stuck in the fog, I was there, I was drownin' (yeah)
Eyes red, heart dead, whole body countin'
One day, one hour, one breath at a time
You ain’t broken, you’re a battlefield learnin' to fight
[Chorus]
Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision
But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference
You can’t bury me alive in this prison
I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision
Cold hands, warm will in my chest now
Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out
Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'
But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’
Details
GeneratedFeb 9, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody boom-bap with detuned piano loop and eerie vocal chops, male vocals rapping with a weary grit that sharpens into defiance on the hook; verses ride a laid-back but heavy pocket, sparse bass swells and tight snare; chorus widens with doubled vocals, subtle choir pads, and rising cymbal swells to underscore the turn from darkness to hard-won resolve
Credits
Prompt by
UNFiT_2B_KiNG
UNFiT_2B_KiNGModelAria v5
Prompt
A cold dark song about addiction and the power to overcome it, rap
