[Verse 1] Wake up, same ceiling, same crack in the paint Phone screen glowing, I scroll till I'm faint Everyone flawless, filters so clean I'm in the mirror like, "What do you mean?" Eyes like questions, skin like a war Hold my breath, count scars, lose score Mama in the kitchen say, "You good, babe?" I shrug, take pills that don't do a thing [Chorus] I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind Hating every inch of this cheap design If I disappear, would they even care? I’m screaming at a wall that just stares I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer If this is growing up, I want out of this ride Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide [Verse 2] Locker door slam, names carved in the steel "Ugly," "try-hard"—tell me which one’s real Teacher talks slow, I write in the margins Tiny black clouds, girls with no organs Best friend distant, new crew, new clothes I’m last year’s trend, she already knows Dad says "toughen up," says "life’s like this" Cool, then why my chest feel like a fist? [Chorus] I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind Hating every inch of this cheap design If I disappear, would they even care? I’m screaming at a wall that just stares I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer If this is growing up, I want out of this ride Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide [Bridge] Maybe one day I won’t hate this face Maybe one day I’ll step out this place But today I’m stuck in this crooked skin (yeah) So I rap my hurt just to cage it in (uh) [Chorus] I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind Hating every inch of this cheap design If I disappear, would they even care? I’m screaming at a wall that just stares I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer If this is growing up, I want out of this ride Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide

rap, Moody trap-leaning hip hop beat built on detuned piano and distant vocal chops, sparse kicks and tight hats in the verses; chorus widens with layered female vocals, subbass swells, and a heavier snare. Energy starts brooding and contained, then vents in the hook with more aggressive phrasing and ad-libs, male vocals optional for doubled lines in the chorus., hip hop

Thirteen Floors Down