Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1] There’s a crack in my doorway where the cold air creeps, Where the past keeps knocking even when I’m asleep. I built this house on habits I should’ve buried deep, Now the floorboards groan with secrets they keep. Attic full of echoes, they rattle the beams, Old ghosts pacing like they’re stitching my seams. I try to outrun them but they know my stride, I'm so slick I slide I don't walk I glide It's either Almost we'll get him next time and oh helll we tried but he's so slick slides --- [Hook] This is the Pitch black porch blues, ,I go get that click clack porch broom, sweep the porch floor Where I wrestle with the shadows I used to call friends of mine I’m a storm in a bottle with a cracked‑glass spine, Two white racing stripes up the middle of this face of mine . -- across tthe yard full of pit bulls and patchy spots-I learned to love those 3 cinder blocks Lead you to the front door of the spot the first one cracked and the third one rocks [Verse 2] I’m the wild one, that the wildest one Dont want, to wild with I let thr wild out and they keep their wild in I'm dialed in In the hardware section isle 10 Ear to ear, shit eating, grin smilimg Says I'm off the chain immature and childish Burned down every good thing I tried to fix You whippin my ass? You have a better chance, puckering up and kissin my ass get back with ya punk, bitch ass quick as a pimp hands before you know it I've done spit in ya face and been up side ya head Women drift like the wood grain paneling Leave fingerprints on the wallpaper, then nothing at all. Bedroom’s a bunker ,☆,☆•☆ Where the mirror don’t flinch when I break down slow, It just watches like it already knows. --- [Bridge] Yeah, I’m carved from the dark but I’m learning the light heats in a vise and it hurts inside A bluesman walking through a long, long night. Every scar on my chest is a lesson Iearned, Every fall is a page in the book I burned. --- [Hook] This is that pitch black porch blues, where the night don’t end, Where I wrestle with the shadows I used to call friends. I’m a storm in a bottle with a cracked‑glass spine, For the last mile I, been watching you from this flipped up blind [Outro] So if you see me on the steps with the porch light low, Just know I’m fighting my battles in the undertow. This house ain’t holy, but it’s mine to rebuild, .
Tags
West coast chopper, trap, dubstep bluese[dm what pitch fllanger
Duration
3:40
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026