"Nicotine" drifts like smoke through an empty room—a mellow trap-soul confession drenched in memory and melancholy. Blending low-fi textures, emotional lyricism, and smoky melodies, this track finds the artist wrestling with routine vices and quiet battles, searching for meaning through the haze.

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Sometimes the smoke’s the only friend that listens…
Burnin’ through the nights when I’m feelin’ less than me.

[Verse 1]
Ashtray full, it’s a daily ritual,
Tryna numb out the noise, but it’s habitual (yeah)
Stuck in this loop, same old ritual,
Breathin’ in doubt, exhalin’ the usual.

Late night calls I never made,
Texts I deleted but still replay (play)
Nicotine’s a blanket when the world gets cold,
But it don’t fix the cracks in my soul.

I’m just a kid tryna find a way,
Feelin’ lost but too scared to say (say)
These habits got me in a tight squeeze,
But I’m still tryna breathe, still tryna believe.

(ad-libs: “yeah”, “uh huh”, “feel that”)

[Hook]
Nicotine, got me floatin’ in the grey (in the grey)
Tryna find peace but it’s driftin’ away (away, yeah)
Lost in this smoke but I’m tryna stay (tryna stay)
Holdin’ on tight to the hope I crave (hope I crave)

(ad-libs: “woo”, “yeah yeah”, “ooh”, “let’s go”)

[Verse 2]
Inhale deep, feel the weight drop slow,
Clouds cover dreams but I still wanna grow (grow)
Nicotine kissin’ my lungs like a lie,
But it’s the only truth when I’m feelin’ dry.

Messy days, darker nights, no clear sign,
Chasin’ light in a fog, tryna redefine (yeah)
I’m fallin’ but I’m learnin’ what breaks and mends,
Addicted to the smoke, but addicted to the end.

I ain’t perfect, just imperfectly alive,
Fightin’ through the mess just to survive (uh)
One puff closer to who I’m meant to be,
Slowly burnin’ my way back to me.

(ad-libs: “feel that”, “yeah”, “uh”, “let’s ride”)

[Bridge]
Caught in between the highs and lows,
Nicotine whispers what no one knows,
I’m tangled in the haze but still I grow,
Messy life, messy love, but it’s my road.

[Hook]
Nicotine, got me floatin’ in the grey (floatin’ in the grey)
Tryna find peace but it’s driftin’ away (driftin’ away, yeah)
Lost in this smoke but I’m tryna stay (tryna stay)
Holdin’ on tight to the hope I crave (hope I crave)

(ad-libs: “woo”, “yeah yeah”, “ooh”, “let’s go”)

[Outro]
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll breathe a little clearer...
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll find a little me.

8 - Nicotine

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