Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sink’s full of coffee rings
Cold mug, burnt tongue, same thing
Ceiling fan limps in lazy circles
Dust doing laps like scared turtles
Prescription bottle on the back of the toilet
Child-proof cap like, “You sure you wanna open it?”
Mirror got freckles of old toothpaste
I trace ‘em like constellations I erased
Peeling sticker on the shower door
Says “Smile more” in a grocery-store font
I try
Jaw just creaks, teeth reply “why?”
Tile grout tattooed in mildew maps
Every crack a cul‑de‑sac of collapse
I pace the bathmat, bare feet, wet thoughts
Ask the faucet how much calm it costs
[Chorus]
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Knees on tile till my doubts get sore
Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door
If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer
Hands in the sink, face in the storm
If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more”
[Verse 2]
Razor rusted like it’s tired of sharpness
Trash can choir of empty cartons
Old texts glowing on a cracked phone screen
“You up?” “I’m fine” “You know what I mean”
Heartbeat thump in the pipes above
Neighbor’s TV preaching store-bought love
I memorize the mold behind the soap
Looks like a map of everywhere I never wrote
My shadow on the wall got better posture
He stands tall while I bargain with the faucet
Cold water baptism in a plastic cup
Sip, spit, stare, can’t swallow this stuff
There’s a hair in the drain that looks like a question
Curled in a shape that spells confession
I pull, it resists, then breaks in two
Just like every answer I drag from you
[Chorus]
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Knees on tile till my doubts get sore
Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door
If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer
Hands in the sink, face in the storm
If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more”
[Bridge]
If I twist this knob, do I drown or heal? (yeah)
Hot steam halo, skin can’t feel
If this is church, it’s a cheap motel
Towel for a pew, same old hell
But I stay
Soap-scum saint in a cotton robe
Waiting for the grout to glow
For the crack in the mirror to finally close
[Chorus]
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Knees on tile till my doubts get sore
Talking to the drip, to the vent, to the door
If there’s a sign, leave it under this drawer
Hands in the sink, face in the storm
If you’re gonna break me, shape me into something warm
I’ve been praying on a bathroom floor
Till the fan hum starts to sound like “more, more, more”
Style
rapdusty boom-bap loop with warped rhodes and distant vinyl cracklemale vocals. intimateclose-mic rap delivery that leans conversational in the verses; subtle bass swells and brushed snare keep it floating. hook opens with airy harmonies and a softly filtered choir padthen drops back into a skeletal groove. sparse ear-candy delays on key phrasesmaster glued just enough to feel warm and lived-in.hip hop
Prompt
rap, hip hop in the style of atmosphere, similar to the song God’s bathroom floor, male
Credits
Prompt byMadShark952
GeneratedMar 9, 2026
ModelAria v5
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