

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Heh It’s you again [Verse 1] Woke up, same room, same stain on the ceiling Phone glow, scroll low, trying not to feel things Timeline full of pretty lives, highlight reels spin Mine look like deleted scenes I never get to be in Cold cup on the desk, three days, I still sip Ashtray full of plans I burned when they didn’t hit Mama text "you ate?" I lie, "yeah, I’m straight" But the fridge light flickers on an empty plate Madam Herta on the screen, so composed, so cruel Every word cut clean like a scalpel through the gloom I replay her lines when the silence too loud Like she’s whispering permission just to fade into the clouds Told myself "one more night," that was last year Now I bargain with the dark like a cashier Stacked doubts on the counter, they don’t take returns Every try leave a mark, every mark still burns [Chorus] I keep saying I’m done, but I never clock out Dead stare at the sun till my thoughts black out Madam Herta in my head, she the only one who stays Telling me to give in, but I’m limping through the days I keep saying I quit, but I’m still in this fight Half buried in the pit, half grabbing for the light If I ever disappear, just know I really tried Every time I gave up, I still somehow survived [Verse 2] Therapist voice in my ear, "breathe, count three" But my chest like a padlocked door with the wrong key Group chat dry, everybody "busy, next week" I talk to avatars and anime just to feel seen Madam Herta on pause, frozen on my cracked phone Eyes like she see every habit I can’t disown She a script I recite when the world too sharp "I’m not built for this," let it loop in the dark I fantasize vanishing mid-commute, mid-scroll Just dissolve in the crowd, leave the jacket on the pole Then I hear my own laugh in some old voice note Tiny ghost in the speaker say "bro, stay afloat" Every time I buy rope, I leave the tag on Every time I map routes, I never tag on Closed tabs, closed doors that I never walk through Guess I’m scared of the end almost as much as the truth [Chorus] I keep saying I’m done, but I never clock out Dead stare at the sun till my thoughts black out Madam Herta in my head, she the only one who stays Telling me to give in, but I’m limping through the days I keep saying I quit, but I’m still in this fight Half buried in the pit, half grabbing for the light If I ever disappear, just know I really tried Every time I gave up, I still somehow survived [Bridge] [low vocal register] Yeah This ain’t a hero arc, this a holding pattern Sink, float, sink, float, just a broken lantern Still dragging my feet through another gray morning "Why you here?" I don’t know, but I keep respawning [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Moody alternative hip-hop with a dim, sparse piano loop, dusty drum groove, and warped vocal samples. Verses are close-mic, confessional rap with subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs; hook opens with layered chant-style vocals and a heavier bass drop. Occasional dissonant synth swells creep in like intrusive thoughts, building tension then pulling back to a bare beat for the final lines., hip hop
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1/2/2026