On Read Receipts

[Verse 1]
Phone face down on the nightstand
Blue dots, your name, but I slide past
Friends say "call," I just laugh it off
I been biting on the truth till the taste gone soft
We were talking ’bout forever in a drive-thru line
Now it’s paragraphs typed that I never send, fine
Scroll up, see us grinning in the dashboard glare
Now it’s screenshots, receipts, and a hollow stare
[Chorus]
Got my heart on read receipts
You don’t even have to speak
I can see it in the screen
How you’re slowly ghosting me
Every bubble, every beep
Feels like losing little pieces
If you’re done, then let it be
Got my heart on read receipts
[Verse 2]
You say “busy,” but your story just loop, loop, loop
Same bar, same booth, same crew, who knew
I be tapping through your night like a channel flip
While I’m stuck on one frame of your hand I miss
I keep typing out “come home,” then I hit erase
Arguing with that picture of your unread face
Got a playlist full of us I can’t press play
’Cause the chorus hit hard in the wrong damn way
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I don’t need a novel, just a one-line truth
[falsetto ad-lib] “It’s over,” “I’m sorry,” anything from you
[whispered vocals] Silence louder than the arguments we used to start
You been clearing out the chat while I archive my heart
[Chorus]

rap, Moody melodic trap with auto-tuned male vocals, sparse piano plucks and deep sub-bass. Verses stay tight and conversational over head-nod drums; hook opens with wide pads, stacked harmonies, and a simple, hypnotic top line. Ad-libs and doubled leads add texture, with a late-song filter drop before the final chorus., hip hop