[Verse 1] (Slow, dramatic acoustic guitar strumming, deep country drawl like Jelly Roll in despair mode, building tension with low bass undertones, evoking a man at rock bottom)
Woke up this mornin', coffee in my veins,
But that buzz is gone, just echoes in my brain.
Pills and powder, from Adderall to blow,
They used to lift me up, now they drag me low.
[Verse 2] (Still slow, adding faint harmonica wails, voice cracking with emotion, painting a picture of fading highs)
Escalated quick, to meth and heroin's kiss,
Fentanyl's whisper, thought it'd be eternal bliss.
But tolerance built walls, can't breach 'em no more,
Chasin' dragons that vanished through the door.
[Chorus] (Tempo picks up slightly, but still heavy and somber, banjo plucking in the background, rap-infused country flow starting to emerge)
From caffeine's weak spark to fentanyl's fire,
Nothin' hits the spot, I'm a burnt-out wire.
Searchin' for that rush, that goddamned thrill,
Gotta find the next high, or I'll stand still.
[Bridge 1] (Sudden shift: Drums kick in harder, electric guitar riffs blend with rap beats, voice turns determined, like a mission igniting – now it's country rap full throttle, Jelly Roll energy cranked up)
But fuck the ordinary, the pills and the pipe,
Time to get weird, chase the edge of the night.
No holds barred, I'm divin' in deep,
Explicit as hell, no promises to keep.
[Verse 3] (Fast-paced country rap, heavy bass drops, twangy guitar solos, explicit and raw, hitting hard with taboo twists)
Strap on the noose while I'm balls-deep in sin,
Autoerotic chokehold, let the blackout begin.
Adrenaline surges as she claws at my back,
Mixin' bloodplay with ecstasy, no turnin' back.
[Verse 4] (Building intensity, rap verses over banjo-rap fusion, descriptive and adult, pushing boundaries)
Electrocute my nerves with a cattle prod tease,
While ridin' her rough, bringin' us both to our knees.
Sniffin' her fear like a line off the blade,
Danger's the drug, in this twisted parade.
[Chorus] (Explosive now, full band mission mode – crowd-chant feel, Jelly Roll-style anthemic rap-country hook, 808 beats under twang)
From caffeine's weak spark to fentanyl's fire,
Nothin' hits the spot, I'm a burnt-out wire.
But now we're huntin', no matter the cost,
Weird highs await, in the shadows we're lost!
[Verse 5] (Peak energy, explicit details ramp up, country rap storytelling with dark, adult methods people wouldn't dare think of)
Inject the venom from a black widow's bite,
While fuckin' in flames, under pale moonlight.
Taste the taboo, lick wounds that we carve,
Starvin' for highs that could tear us apart.
[Verse 6] (Relentless drive, adding fiddle screams, voice growling with desperation and thrill)
Chain myself down for the ultimate fix,
Her teeth on my throat, mixin' pain with the kicks.
Hallucinate heaven in a razor-wire bed,
Push past the brink, where the livin' fear tread.
[Bridge 2] (Instrumental build-up: 30-second jam with rap ad-libs like "No turnin' back now!" "Hit me harder!", transitioning to final chorus, full 5-minute runtime feel)
[Outro Chorus] (Fade out with echoing rap lines over slowing dramatic acoustics, circling back to despair but with a twisted resolve)
From caffeine to fentanyl, they all let me down,
But these new highs, man, they're wearin' the crown.
Mission accomplished, or die in the try,
Explicit and raw, under blood-red sky.
PrinceShawn
