Half-Price Halo

Got a half-price halo

Bought it at the thrift for a ten

Little stain on the side

Kinda fits how I’ve been

Mom ask, "you eat yet?"

I just laugh, say "I’m fine"

Scrolling through my friends' big wins

On a cracked-up screen of mine

Apartment walls too thin

Hear the neighbors living loud

I’m rapping to an AC hum

Like I’m playing for a crowd (yeah)

I’m not famous, I’m just loud in my room

Writing big dreams in this little cocoon

If it all falls through, I’ll still press resume

’Cause I got one verse left, one verse left

And it feels like truth

Dirty dishes in the sink

Next to last month’s rent

Dad voice in my head

Counting every cent I spent

But I’m rich in these half-typed notes

Voice memos at 3 a.m.

Every line a lifeboat

If they don’t float, I still swim

Friends say, "bro, you changed"

I say, "yeah, I sure hope"

Trying to turn my panic

To a punchline and a rope (pull me up)

I’m not famous, I’m just loud in my room

Writing big dreams in this little cocoon

If it all falls through, I’ll still press resume

’Cause I got one verse left, one verse left

And it feels like truth

If this all fades

Like stickers on the case of my phone

If the plays stay low

And the doubts stay grown

I’ll still be here

Kicking at the chair in my head

Turn the fear into four-bar prayers

Till the day I’m dead (amen)

I’m not famous, I’m just loud in my room

Writing big dreams in this little cocoon

If it all falls through, I’ll still press resume

’Cause I got one verse left, one verse left

And it feels like truth