[Intro] Block lights flicker Wifi slow, heart quicker Rain on the SIM card Life on a thin charge (yeah) [Verse 1] Two missed calls from karma One from the plug, that’s stress Mum keeps praying I’m calmer I keep running this test Coats smell loud in the hallway Whole estate in my lungs Grew up learning the long way Short cuts came with the tongues Mask in the glove, that’s normal Trauma tucked in my jeans Friends went ghost, turned formal Only seen bright on screens (on screens) [Chorus] I’m a glitch in the ends, can’t code me Whole town buffering, they don’t load me Heart gone numb but the phones still ring If I drop out now, who holds this thing? I’m a glitch in the ends, don’t clone me Outside frozen, inside lonely Clouds in my head, sky look pink If the world cut off, would I still sync? (would I still sync?) [Verse 2] Stare at the fridge, just humming Light on, nothing inside Still say “soon I’m coming” Soon’s just something I hide Bros in beef on a timeline Type out death in a meme We used to share one lifeline Now we share one bad dream Barcoded life on receipt rolls Scan, decline, tap twice Whole block chasing a cheat code Same wrong move, new price (new price) [Chorus] I’m a glitch in the ends, can’t code me Whole town buffering, they don’t load me Heart gone numb but the phones still ring If I drop out now, who holds this thing? I’m a glitch in the ends, don’t clone me Outside frozen, inside lonely Clouds in my head, sky look pink If the world cut off, would I still sync? (still sync) [Bridge] If it all goes dark, who’s looking? If I fall off grid, who cares? If they pull my file for booking Will they read my silent prayers? (yeah) [Chorus] I’m a glitch in the ends, can’t code me Whole town buffering, they don’t load me Heart gone numb but the phones still ring If I drop out now, who holds this thing? I’m a glitch in the ends, don’t clone me Outside frozen, inside lonely Clouds in my head, sky look pink If the world cut off, would I still sync?

rap, UK underground drill-trap hybrid with hazy cloud-rap synth pads smeared through bitcrush and reverb; distorted 808 subs and skittering hi-hats push a half-time bounce, glitchy vocal chops duck in and out. Verses feel cold and close-up, intimate male vocals almost whispered; hook widens with stacked, pitched ad-libs and airy backing beds, subtle EDM risers into each chorus for a low-key rave-in-the-estate energy., drill, edm, glitch

Glitch in the Ends