

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Told myself I’d never be that guy First sip, first lie, said I’m “just gon’ try” Red flags all around, but I liked that vibe Thought I picked my friends, they just picked my pride Laughing at the wrong things, cruelty for fun Talkin’ ‘bout “we up” while we stuck, undone Turned my back on the ones who cared, just to run Now the room full of people feel like no one [Chorus] Venom in my veins from the wrong crowd Learned to laugh at pain just to calm down Toxic in my brain, can’t come out I got so used to the wrong sound Now I don’t feel a thing, I just zone out (zone out) Every bad decision like a roll count (roll count) Venom in my veins, can’t slow down Tryna turn this poison to a way out [Verse 2] Scrollin’ through my past like, “who is that kid?” Eyes still bright, had a list of big wins Now I celebrate failing just to fit in Clowning every boundary, calling that “thick skin” Sleepin’ through the day, laugh it off at night (uh) Calling every wound just a “little scratch, it’s light” Built a wall so high, I don’t see red lights Call it “inner peace” but it’s fear in disguise [Chorus] Venom in my veins from the wrong crowd Learned to laugh at pain just to calm down Toxic in my brain, can’t come out I got so used to the wrong sound Now I don’t feel a thing, I just zone out (zone out) Every bad decision like a roll count (roll count) Venom in my veins, can’t slow down Tryna turn this poison to a way out [Bridge] Coping like a pro with a broken heart Joking in the dark when it falls apart (yeah) Numb is easy, healing’s hard But I can’t keep calling this “just how I am” like it’s art [Chorus] Venom in my veins from the wrong crowd Learned to laugh at pain just to calm down Toxic in my brain, can’t come out I got so used to the wrong sound Now I don’t feel a thing, I just zone out (zone out) Every bad decision like a roll count (roll count) Venom in my veins, I’m slowed down But I’m turning this poison to a way out (way out)
Tags
rap, Clean male rap over eerie plucked keys, filtered bass, and tight, dry drums; verses clipped and conversational, then chorus opens with layered chant-style doubles. Hook hits with a cold, hypnotic groove, small reverses and risers between sections. Final chorus adds subtle harmonies and wider stereo ad-libs for a numb, floating outro., clean
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No
3/16/2026