Pray

This song is a lyrical exorcism—an intimate reckoning with a love that lingers like a virus in the bloodstream. Blending Southern Gothic imagery with glitchy digital metaphors, it paints the narrator as both wound and witness, haunting the body and soul of someone who tried to forget. The verses pulse with feverish metaphors (“boilerman pumpin’ your veins,” “shadow stitched in your spine”), while the chorus hits like a poisoned lullaby—“You sip your peace, but I spike the glass.” It’s a sonic ghost story, where memory refuses to die and love is the sickness that won’t confess.

Ink Blot (feat. Juicy J)

Logic