Low end haze

You hear that? yeah… keep it low…

Same damn block, same air I know

Smoke in my lungs, hard to breathe

Same old pain in what I see

Shit don’t change, just look the same

Still hear steps when nobody came

Bassline crawl like it got a soul

Dark low-end start to take control

Uh… yeah…

(“yo… you good?” faint voice)

Yeah I hear that… shut the fuck up…

I move through nights with no real aim

Just heavy thoughts and a fried-up brain

Ain’t no peace where I’m standing at

Just noise loops and a cracked format

Friends turned ghosts, they fade too fast

So I don’t build shit built to crash

I just ride that low-end tone

Till my head don’t feel so alone

Smoke too thick in a tight-ass room

Everybody here got something to prove

Nobody talk, just eyes that stare

Like one wrong move put death in the air

I don’t ask, I just stay locked in

Let the bassline carry my sins

Every breath feel heavy as hell

Like the air itself don’t do well

(“yo chill… somebody outside…”)

Yeah I hear it… don’t move like that…

No loud shit, just hum in the dark

Like the walls got teeth ready to spark

I don’t panic, I don’t react

I just live where the pressure cracks

Trust been dead, I don’t revive

Only thing real is staying alive

So I sit where the shadows lean

Let the sound get mean and mean

Bass guitar crawling under my skin

Like it knows every place I’ve been

No love here, just static noise

Lost in low-end decoys

I don’t chase, I don’t pretend

Just let the night keep bending

Till it all fades out the frame

And nothing ever feels the same

Same block, same smoke, same haze

Same damn loop of wasted days

Money come but it don’t feel clean

Just paper cuts and in-between

I seen people switch for less

Smile in your face then cut your chest

So I keep my circle tight and small

Don’t let nobody in at all

Bass still hitting like a heartbeat wrong

Like it’s dragging me through this song

I don’t sleep, I just close my eyes

Still hear voices in disguise

Talking shit like I owe ‘em breath

Like I’m dancing close with death

Maybe I am, I don’t really care

Long as the bass stays in the air

(“turn that down…” distant voice)

Nah… keep it loud… fuck that noise…

I been numb but I still feel weight

Like every second just too late

So I ride that low-end pain

Let it loop inside my brain

Till the room goes dark again

And I don’t remember when

I don’t reach out, I just let it fade

Let the bass keep washing the pain it made

No closure here, just static and smoke

Same damn loop till I finally choke

But I don’t stop, I just stay in it

Let the low end break every limit

If I disappear, it won’t feel new

This whole damn place already been through