[Male Verse]
Mask on, mask off, but never in front of y’all, If they see my real face, then my fam gon’ take the fall, Got the halo in my backpack, horns under the shawl, I’m a saint to my mother, but the reaper when I brawl, I keep my fangs tucked in, tongue full of venomous sins, Got a list of my regrets and it wraps around my limbs, If I ever let it slip, if I ever let ‘em in, Then my lovers turn to targets, every kiss a mortal sin, Bitch, I choke on my confessions, swallow secrets like they pills, Got a freezer in my chest, where I store the things I kill, Every smile’s a decoy, every laugh’s a fucking shield, Cause my mind’s a minefield and my heart’s a battlefield, Got these demons in my mirror doing lines on my reflection, If they crawl into the daylight, you’ll be chalked at the intersection, I don’t fear what hell will do, I fear my own direction, Cause my shadow learned to stab before it learned to cast a question, I been stitching up my urges with this motherfucking thread, If the needle ever slips, it’s your blood instead of red, Got my history in pieces under floorboards in my head, If I crack and let it creak, then you’re better off dead, I ain’t guarding my soul, I’m just guarding your throat, My past life on a chain, yeah, that’s a suicide rope, Every truth I wanna say is another loaded quote, So I drown it in the whiskey ‘fore it ever leaves my throat
[Female Chorus]
I can’t show you who the fuck I am, Cause the second that I do, you in the crosshair of a plan, Got a smile on my face with a blade in my hand, If you love me, back the fuck up, you don’t understand, If I open up the cage, you the first one gettin’ hurt, Every secret that I bury got your name under the dirt, So I lie, so I fake, play it quiet, play it curt, Cause the real me’s a bullet and your heart’s just a shirt
[Male Verse]
I talk nice ‘cause my silence sounds like homicide,Every thought inside my skull is a drive‑by ride,Love feel like a red dot sittin’ on your spine, Soon as you get close, someone’s crossin’ that line, I’m the glitch in the system, the reason locks exist,Every hug is just a risk, every touch a scratched disk, I don’t open up for shit, I got trust on my blacklist,If I crack and tell my story, you’ll be names on a blacklist, I got friends I had to ghost so they ain’t end up in a hearse, Had to cut ‘em like a habit, yeah that shit still hurts, But a teardrop’s cheaper than a motherfuckin’ church,Full of black clothes,black roses,faces in the dirt, I’m the nightmare that you cuddle when you think you safe at night, You just see the dimmed halo, not the teeth behind the light, You just feel the arms that hold you, not the claws that wanna bite, You just hear the soft voice, not the one that starts the fight, You say “show me all your scars,” bitch, my scars turn into maps, Every line another route to where some motherfucker snapped, If I give you my coordinates, they’ll trace ‘em to your lap, Turn the ones I’d die to save into names inside a rap