Wrong Crowd Antidote

[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)

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