Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 I stare at the ceiling like it pays my rent, like overthinking counts as money well spent. Static in the room but my head won’t quit, every quiet second feels counterfeit. I calculate worth in invisible debt, interest on mistakes I don’t forget. Every memory charged to my name, late fees stacking up in shame. I say I’m grinding, I say I’m aware, but really I’m just living in repair. Fixing problems nobody sees, tightening screws that don’t need to be. Even when I win, I audit the play, find something wrong in the cleanest day. Peace knocks once, I check its ID — don’t trust anything that comes easy. Hook I don’t break loud, I depreciate, slow decline I don’t calculate. Smile outside, but inside thin — paid in doubt, not dividends. If I rest, I feel behind, like stillness is a crime of mine. So I stay up, stare at the light — owe my thoughts another night. Verse 2 I stare at the ceiling like it owes me sleep, but sleep don’t come when the cuts run deep. Every version of who I could’ve been keeps knocking like “why aren’t you him?” I chase better like it’s a race, move the finish line every day. Nothing’s enough, nothing sticks, self-worth tied to analytics. People say “you’re too hard on you,” like I don’t already know it’s true. But if I loosen even a bit, I’m scared I’ll fall and that’ll be it. So I hold tension like it’s control, call it discipline, pay the toll. If I’m tired, that’s the fee — at least I know it’s on me. Bridge (low, stripped) If I’m quiet, it’s not defeat — I’m just worn from competing with me. No audience, no applause — just me and the flaws I overcharge. Final Hook I don’t break loud, I depreciate, steady decline I participate. If tomorrow comes, I’ll play pretend — like I’m not tired of living in my head. Till that morning I’ll stay upright — staring at ceilings under neon light. Not healed. Not bent. Just here… paying rent.
Tags
Depression, rap, female vocals
Duration
2:51
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026