

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah You my habit Uh Look [Verse 1] You pull up late, hoodie low, eyes cold Brown bag, pink pills, dreams sold Got me pacing by the door, phone in hand Every buzz from your name like a rubber band Snap back to the nights in your Civic Ash on your jeans, all the texts explicit You laugh, say I’m hooked, say I’m done But I’m sick when you dip, I can’t run You the plug and the poison, that’s facts Heart thump harder than the 10s in the back I’m a fiend in the front row, waiting on a glance Love cost more than the work in your pants [Chorus] I’m feenin’ for you Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’ I’m fiendin’, it’s true Every touch got my whole head vacant I’m feenin’ for you Got my veins writing out your name, girl I’m fiendin’, it’s you Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world (yeah) [Verse 2] You count cash on my chest, nails chipped Lips taste smoke, lil’ mint, lil’ sin Say you tired of the block, tired of the risk But you light when you talk, you alive in the mix You don’t trust no one, keep a blade in your bra Told me stories ‘bout the raids, all the raids that you saw I just trace every scar like a map I can read Every burn, every bruise, every time you had to bleed You drop bags in the sink, wipe prints with a shirt Then you climb in my lap, ask “you down for the dirt?” Girl, I’m deep in this high, I’m deep in your mess If they come for your neck, they gon’ find me obsessed [Chorus] I’m feenin’ for you Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’ I’m fiendin’, it’s true Every touch got my whole head vacant I’m feenin’ for you Got my veins writing out your name, girl I’m fiendin’, it’s you Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world (woah) [Bridge] Every bag, every brick, that’s cool But I’m stuck on the nights back in high school When you passed me a note, not a capsule You was talkin’ ‘bout a ring, not a last move When did we switch from the dance to the deal? From a crush to a crutch I can’t kill? If love is a charge, then I’m takin’ the case ‘Cause I’d rather do time than give up your taste (yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] Blue lights in the rearview, heart skip You say “chill, baby boy, don’t trip” But the stash in the dash, and my life in your hands If we crash, if we flash, that’s the end of my plans You just smirk, switch lanes like a game Say “if we go out, we go out with a flame” I stare at your profile, calm in the chaos You hit the exit, vanish like a payoff Now I’m home on the couch, but I still shake Clock check, phone check, feel fake You ain’t text in an hour, that’s a week in my head I’m sweatin’ out your touch like it’s dope in my sweat [Chorus] I’m feenin’ for you Like a line on a mirror I’m chasin’ I’m fiendin’, it’s true Every touch got my whole head vacant I’m feenin’ for you Got my veins writing out your name, girl I’m fiendin’, it’s you Got me lost, got me locked in your strange world [Outro] You my high, you my hurt, you my cure, you my curse From the first to the last, put my name in the dirt If they ask what I need, it ain’t cash, it ain’t food It’s that knock on the door, it’s just you, it’s just you (yeah)
Tags
rap, Moody trap club record with male vocals, dark bell lead over deep subs and crisp hi-hats; verses ride a laid-back yet menacing pocket, hook explodes with layered chants and octave doubles, sparse auto-tuned harmonies on key phrases, ad-libs tucked in the sides, late-night mix with heavy low-end and distant reverb tails
3:51
No
4/2/2026