Ashes In My Ashtray

[Verse 1]
Devil in the details
Red eyes in the rearview
Talking to my old habits
Like, "I still kinda hear you"
Exes in my inbox
Typing out that twisted grace
"Hope you doing better now"
Then drag my name from place to place
Drugs on the dresser
Same white lie every day
"I can quit it when I want"
As my veins start to pray
Mutter to the mirror
Tongue full of static and spit
Whole life sounding like
A drunk prophet throwing fits (yeah)
[Chorus]
Devil on my shoulder, laughing in my face
Drugs in the cabinet, calling out my name
Exes in my phone, trying to spin the blame
All this nonsense in my head, I’m the one they frame
Devil on my shoulder, whispering the same
Drugs in my bloodstream, dancing in the flame
Exes in my stories, I forget their names
All this nonsense in my head, but I can’t stay sane (nah)
[Verse 2]
Met an ex at the corner store
Half-smile, half cheap perfume
Said she found a little peace
I smelled the chaos in the room
Devil on the discount rack
Selling me another sin
Buy one heartbreak, get
A free relapse again
Drugs in the glove box
Next to crumpled parking fines
I keep trying to draw the line
But I color outside every time
Talking like a lunatic
Arguing with open air
Nonsense on my notepad
But it’s honest when I tear
[Chorus]
Devil on my shoulder, laughing in my face
Drugs in the cabinet, calling out my name
Exes in my phone, trying to spin the blame
All this nonsense in my head, I’m the one they frame
Devil on my shoulder, whispering the same
Drugs in my bloodstream, dancing in the flame
Exes in my stories, I forget their names
All this nonsense in my head, but I can’t stay sane (can’t stay sane)

rap, Dusty underground boom-bap, detuned piano loop over grimy vinyl crackle, swung drums with a heavy snare. Male vocals, close and raw, almost whispered on the verses; hook doubles with gritty ad-libs and subtle octave layer. Sparse subbass and filtered noise build tension, with a brief dropout before the final hook for a street-cypher feel.