[Intro – Pill Bottle Shake + Thunder]
[Match striking softly]
Funny thing about pain…
money don’t kill it.
[808 hums low]
It just buy prettier ways to hide it.
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[Verse 1]
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Candles burn slow in the penthouse suite,
Purple rain glow through the balcony.
Codeine dreams floatin’ through my bloodstream,
Whole lifestyle look like a bad dream luxury.
Gold bottles lined like altar wine,
Women movin’ slow under violet light.
Everybody vibin’ but nobody present,
Too rich for peace, too numb for heaven.
I got swamp trauma under tailored linen,
Smile polished but my soul still limpin’.
Louisiana nights don’t leave your bones,
Even when your address change zones.
My therapist say I intellectualize pain,
I told her “Nah, I monetize rain.”
Now she look at me concerned and exhausted,
Probably hearin’ all the ghosts when I’m talkin’.
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[Hook – Choir + Dreamy Bass]
🎶
Candles and codeine…
Late-night medicine…
Tryna sedate what still live within.
Candles and codeine…
Velvet decay…
Southern nights got expensive pain.
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[Verse 2]
🎶
Insomnia sittin’ heavy on my chest,
Success still don’t teach rest.
I done bought cars, chains, bigger rooms,
Still can’t outrun childhood wounds.
That’s the crazy part about survival—
You get older but the hurt stay tribal.
Still reactin’ like the flood outside,
Even when the storm long died.
Shorty asked why my eyes look tired,
I said:
“Probably all this inherited fire.”
She laughed soft then kissed my face,
Like broken men deserve grace.
But intimacy scary when you raised this guarded,
Heart got walls like flooded projects.
So instead I pour another drink slow,
Watch the candles melt like hope.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The South taught me how to survive beautifully.
Still learnin’ how to live honestly.
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Codeine clouds underneath chandelier skies…
Still can’t numb what’s inside.
🎶
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[Verse 3]
🎶
Maybe one day I’ll sleep without ghosts,
Without old storms sinkin’ boats.
Maybe peace ain’t somewhere money reach,
Maybe healing require honesty.
Till then I move through the smoke half-awake,
Swamp-born soul in designer drapes.
Still prayin’ somewhere beneath this sin—
There’s a version of me that heal again.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Strings]
🎶
Candles and codeine…
Burnin’ low…
Tryna light rooms where darkness grow.
Candles and codeine…
Southern prayer…
For exhausted souls still livin’ there.
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[Outro – Vinyl Crackle + Rain]
[Pill bottle closes softly]
The scary part about numbness…
is how luxurious it can feel.
