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

Dark trap production: bass guitar leads, muffled chatter FX, minimal piano, heavy sub 808s, tape-era Memphis feel