

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Wake up, same war, same ceiling Phone lights up, but I’m not feeling Scrollin’ through smiles like everybody fine Meanwhile I’m stuck inside my mind Sinkin’ in the shower, water runnin’ Heart doin’ laps, brain still gunnin’ Mom text “you good?” I leave it on read ’Cause how I explain this storm in my head [Chorus] This a headcheck, breath in, slow down I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through: You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move [Verse 2] Therapist chair, I’m tappin’ my shoe Talkin’ ’bout the parts I never showed you Dad’s quiet rage, bottles in the sink Learned real young not to say what I think Now I’m grown, still scared of my feelings Laugh it all off, keep pretend healin’ But naming the hurt make it lose that grip Every single tear like a tiny lift [Chorus] This a headcheck, breath in, slow down I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through: You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move [Bridge] Text back “yo, I’m not okay” Hit send fast, then I look away Homie call quick, say “I got you, stay” Sometimes help start with a tiny phrase Yeah, some days dark, some days bright Both still count, both still life If you in that fight, I’m right there too Repeat this line till you feel it true: [Chorus] This a headcheck, breath in, slow down I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through: You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move
Tags
rap, Boom-bap drums with warm vinyl crackle, mellow jazz piano loop, and deep, round bass. Male vocals, close and conversational on the verses, more urgent and layered in the hook. Subtle vinyl hiss and distant vocal chops add mood. Chorus lifts with doubled vocals and airy harmonies, last hook slightly stripped for an intimate outro.
2:39
No
4/1/2026