Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Brain floatin’
Drift
[Verse 1]
Pop two tabs on a Tuesday
Phone on DND, fuck what you say
Room melt slow, walls turn blu-ray
Voices in my cup say, “Do me” (do me)
Chrome heart chain on a stained white tee
Ex call twice, let it ring, let it be
Gas in my lungs, can’t feel my knees
Whole damn sky look just like me
[Chorus]
I’m too high for this fake shit, fuck that
I’m too numb, I can’t taste shit, fuck that
Whole world talkin’ all cap, I duck that
If it ain’t my bag, my bitch, my blood
Man, fuck that, fuck that
I’m too gone for the bullshit, fuck that
Brain stay buzzin’ like a full clip, fuck that
If it ain’t my peace, my plate, my pack
Man, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
[Verse 2]
Sauce drip slow like codeine rain
Voices in my head keep sayin’ my name
Wrist on glow, but I still feel plain
New scars hide under old champagne
Backseat freak in a blacked-out ride
Say she love pain, got nails in my side (damn)
Devil in Dior sittin’ right behind my eyes
Tellin’ me to crash every time I drive
[Chorus]
I’m too high for this fake shit, fuck that
I’m too numb, I can’t taste shit, fuck that
Whole world talkin’ all cap, I duck that
If it ain’t my bag, my bitch, my blood
Man, fuck that, fuck that
I’m too gone for the bullshit, fuck that
Brain stay buzzin’ like a full clip, fuck that
If it ain’t my peace, my plate, my pack
Man, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
[Bridge]
[Beat melts to hazy pads, distant ad-libs]
Can’t feel my face, can’t feel my fear (nah)
If it all crash now, I’m still right here
Chrome tears fall, but they shine so clear
Love me or leave me, I don’t even care (fuck it)
[Chorus]
I’m too high for this fake shit, fuck that
I’m too numb, I can’t taste shit, fuck that
Whole world talkin’ all cap, I duck that
If it ain’t my bag, my bitch, my blood
Man, fuck that, fuck that
I’m too gone for the bullshit, fuck that
Brain stay buzzin’ like a full clip, fuck that
If it ain’t my peace, my plate, my pack
Man, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Style
rapswirling psychedelic trap with smeared ambient padsdistorted 808sand warped arps panning hard; male vocals half-mumbledhalf-snapped. hook drenched in auto-tune and wide harmoniesverses more dry and intimate with ad-lib echoes. slow-build introthen a heavy low-end drop; mid-song breakdown strips to pads and sub before a finalsoaring hook reprise.hip hopambient
Prompt
Psychedelic trap, rap, hip hop, ambient, futuristic, mumble rap, lots of swearing, catchy hook
Credits
Prompt byBigDeac
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
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