Empty Bottles, Busy Phones by Eviternally - Zona

Empty Bottles, Busy Phones

Track · Apr 7, 2026 · English

Empty Bottles, Busy Phones

Eviternally

Duration

3:41

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I was raised on "you good?"

But we never meant the words back then

All we did was shrug shoulders

Change the subject, change the channel again

Dad poured quiet in a coffee mug

Mom hid tears in the bathroom fan

So I learned early what you do with hurt

You push it down, pour it out, or you run if you can

Now my boys say "hit my line"

But they flake when the night gets dark

So I twist that cap like a doorknob

Walk right into my own head, fall apart

[Chorus]

Empty bottles, busy phones

Why I trust this poison more than home?

I got family, I got friends

Still I’m scrolling for an exit at the end

We got pain, we got pride

So we sip it, smoke it, just to hide

Empty bottles, busy phones

It’s messed up how we self-destruct alone

[Verse 2]

Therapist said "speak your mind"

But my mouth locks up like a rusted gate

Easier to chase that rush

Than explain why my chest feels like fifty pounds of weight

Faster heartbeat, faster flow

I can outrun truth if I talk this quick

If I slow down, voice might crack

So I chase that fade, chase that click

I got cousins in their Sunday best

Tell me "pray, it’ll all be fine"

But they never stayed past the second text

When I typed, "yo, I’m really not okay this time"

So I lean on the cheap escape

'Cause the real help feels too far

Friends are stuck in their own storms

So I drink my weather into the dark

[Chorus]

Empty bottles, busy phones

Why I trust this poison more than home?

I got family, I got friends

Still I’m scrolling for an exit at the end

We got pain, we got pride

So we sip it, smoke it, just to hide

Empty bottles, busy phones

It’s messed up how we self-destruct alone

[Bridge]

Maybe we’re scared to be seen

Red-eyed, shaking, split at the seams (oh)

Easier to blame that pill

Than admit, "I don’t know how to heal"

We laugh it off, say "I’m fine"

Turn the shot into a punchline

But if you call and I pick up

Don’t hang up when the jokes run dry

[Chorus]

Empty bottles, busy phones

Why I trust this poison more than home?

I got family, I got friends

Still I’m scrolling for an exit at the end

We got pain, we got pride

So we sip it, smoke it, just to hide

Empty bottles, busy phones

If you hear this, don’t let me drink alone

Style

rapmoody trap-rap bounce over heavydistorted low-end and skittering hi-hats; verses switch between half-time confessional and double-time tripletsmale vocals shifting from hushed close-mic to frustrated growl. hook explodes with stacked call-and-response chants and sub-bass swellsbrief melodic backing in the bridge to open space before dropping back into a stark final chorus.slowmale vocals

Prompt

Write a slow/fast rap song about why as humans, we often turn to drugs/alcohol instead of friends/family for help. With heavy bass, distorted 808s, quick hi-hats & male vocals

Credits

Prompt by

Eviternally

GeneratedApr 7, 2026

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