Move Me

Yeah…
Lights on.
Nobody home.
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I been dreamin’ in grayscale, heart got no tone
Therapist said I’m fine, but I know I’m gone
Mirror cracked—my face, or my faith?
Either way, I can’t tell love from a wraith

Pop three tabs, let the colors bleed
See God’s face on a flat-screen feed
Angels ghosted, demons on speed dial
And that text she sent? I ain’t read in a while

Woke up with a stranger wearin’ her scent
Said “you’re famous,” I said “nah, just spent”
They think the smile means I’m rich and alive
But the Benz ain’t fast enough to outrun why

Swear this room got too much silence
My own voice got a touch of violence
Labels want gold from a soul I sold
But my muse overdosed in a Prada coat

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I died in a verse they never played
Buried my heart in a pink ashtray
She cried at the post but missed the pain
I lit my truth, then watched it fade

I’m not okay—just well-produced
Tears on the beat make better use
Heaven full? I ain’t surprised
I checked the list—no one survived

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I been poppin’ meds like time travel
To get back to me before the battles
Before the clout, before the void
Before I became what I once destroyed

Used to dream of love, now I just rent it
Put her name in a bar, then resent it
She said “heal” — I said “with what glue?”
I’m too cracked for your Sunday truths

Death wear heels in a Balmain fit
Tells me “dance,” so I do that shit
Crowd scream loud, but I hear my grave
Autotune don’t clean blood stains

Told God “I’ll quit if you send a sign”
He sent a blonde with pills and wine
Said “this your last ride, make it divine”
So I lit up pain like it’s Valentine

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I died in a verse they never played
Buried my heart in a pink ashtray
She cried at the post but missed the pain
I lit my truth, then watched it fade

I’m not okay—just well-produced
Tears on the beat make better use
Heaven full? I ain’t surprised
I checked the list—no one survived

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Yeah…
If I OD, don’t press rewind
Just let that synth play out my mind
Tell my mom I tried, tell my ex I lied
Tell the crowd I smiled when I died inside

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I ain’t a hero
I’m a file they’ll stream
They don’t want me
They want the scream.

Dreamin in Grayscale

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