[Intro] Yeah Last year tried to kill me Look at me now Still breathing (hey!) [Verse 1] Had my back on the floor, tiles cold on my face Late rent, three jobs, still losing that race Phone full of “we need to talk” and “call me” Friends turned ghosts, they forgot they knew me Tears in the Uber, counting coins for the ride Ate shame with my dinner, kept the hurt deep inside Scrolling past wins from the people I knew Thinking, “why not me?” but the doubt felt true [Chorus] I’m back from the wreckage, stepped out the fire Turned every breakdown into desire You thought I was finished, thought I was done I sharpened my scars and I loaded my lungs I’m back from the wreckage, tougher than steel Everything they took, I’ma make ’em all feel I crawled through the dark, now I walk like a gun Year tried to end me, I already won [Verse 2] Therapist chair, told my pain like a script Hands still shaking but my tongue didn’t trip Mama in my ear say, “baby, stand tall” Even if you limping, that’s a step, that’s a haul Turned my Ls to a list, taped it up on the wall Every name, every doubt, every stumble, every fall Did push-ups on the floor of that tiny room Till my chest said “ready,” till my faith made room [Chorus] I’m back from the wreckage, stepped out the fire Turned every breakdown into desire You thought I was finished, thought I was done I sharpened my scars and I loaded my lungs I’m back from the wreckage, tougher than steel Everything they took, I’ma make ’em all feel I crawled through the dark, now I walk like a gun Year tried to end me, I already won [Bridge] They buried me deep, I grew through the dirt (grew through the dirt) You measuring wins, I’m measuring work (measuring work) Storm in my chest, but I steer that rain Aim it at dreams, let it water my name (yeah) [Chorus] I’m back from the wreckage, stepped out the fire Turned every breakdown into desire You thought I was finished, thought I was done I sharpened my scars and I loaded my lungs I’m back from the wreckage, tougher than steel Everything they took, I’ma make ’em all feel I crawled through the dark, now I walk like a gun Year tried to end me, I already won

rap, Futuristic trap-glitch beat with stuttering hi-hats, warped vocal chops, and distorted 808s. Verses lock into a cold, menacing pocket; choruses widen with layered chant vocals and bright synth swells. Sudden glitch cuts and reverse FX emphasize key lines. Male vocals with aggressive rap delivery and a shouted, stadium-ready hook., glitch

Back From The Wreckage