Kodak Black - Brutal Yungen

Kodak Black - Rapping & Finessing

Kodak Black - Back

[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

Kodak_Black_-_Hate_On_Me_Ft._Humble_Haitian.mp3

Ulysses Cruz