Lyrics
Too clean... too calm... That’s how the damage stay dressed. Pressed black, chest flat, ice in the tone, Face still, blade chill, I can do this alone. Whole room read heat, I just move like a ghost, Low glance, no chance, let the weak talk most. I got scars in the style, got cracks in the grace, Gold glow on the glass, make a lie look safe. Every time life swung, I ain’t flinch, I froze— Learned to make pain pose, let it sit, let it show. Too sharp for a scene, too smooth for a slip, I can wear bad blood like a fresh-cut fit. And the ones who knew me when the soul ran warm Say I got colder when the form got strong. I kept it even when it cut too deep, Kept that jaw set, never gave the hurt teeth. Now I look composed when I’m barely holdin’ on... That’s what happen when the mask fit long. Stayed too smooth, now I don’t come down right. Stayed too smooth, got the dark on good ice. Stayed too smooth, made the hurt look high-end. Stayed too smooth... don’t know where I end. Cool in the face, but the blood run rude— Stayed too smooth, stayed too smooth. Blue ash, new cash, same ache in the lung, Talk slick, walk lit, still numb where I’m from. I can turn a bad year to a line in a toast, Make survival sound fly when I’m feelin’ it most. Hard back, heart black? Nah— heart just tired, Been low so long I made control my fire. Every threat got trimmed to a whisper and grin, Every loss got locked where the lights stay dim. I don’t break outside, I just bend in the breath, Nice coat, cold throat, keep a hand on the neck. If I said I’m alright, that’s the oldest routine— I got too good at calm, now it don’t look clean. What if the cool ain’t strength? What if it’s fear in a suit? What if I kept this still So nobody could see the bruise? Mm... Nobody could see the bruise. Stayed too smooth, now I don’t come down right. Stayed too smooth, got the dark on good ice. Stayed too smooth, made the hurt look high-end. Stayed too smooth... don’t know where I end. If I lose my grip, I’ma do it subdued— Stayed too smooth, stayed too smooth. No crack in the voice... Just pressure in the room. Stayed too smooth.
Lyrics
Too clean... too calm... That’s how the damage stay dressed. Pressed black, chest flat, ice in the tone, Face still, blade chill, I can do this alone. Whole room read heat, I just move like a ghost, Low glance, no chance, let the weak talk most. I got scars in the style, got cracks in the grace, Gold glow on the glass, make a lie look safe. Every time life swung, I ain’t flinch, I froze— Learned to make pain pose, let it sit, let it show. Too sharp for a scene, too smooth for a slip, I can wear bad blood like a fresh-cut fit. And the ones who knew me when the soul ran warm Say I got colder when the form got strong. I kept it even when it cut too deep, Kept that jaw set, never gave the hurt teeth. Now I look composed when I’m barely holdin’ on... That’s what happen when the mask fit long. Stayed too smooth, now I don’t come down right. Stayed too smooth, got the dark on good ice. Stayed too smooth, made the hurt look high-end. Stayed too smooth... don’t know where I end. Cool in the face, but the blood run rude— Stayed too smooth, stayed too smooth. Blue ash, new cash, same ache in the lung, Talk slick, walk lit, still numb where I’m from. I can turn a bad year to a line in a toast, Make survival sound fly when I’m feelin’ it most. Hard back, heart black? Nah— heart just tired, Been low so long I made control my fire. Every threat got trimmed to a whisper and grin, Every loss got locked where the lights stay dim. I don’t break outside, I just bend in the breath, Nice coat, cold throat, keep a hand on the neck. If I said I’m alright, that’s the oldest routine— I got too good at calm, now it don’t look clean. What if the cool ain’t strength? What if it’s fear in a suit? What if I kept this still So nobody could see the bruise? Mm... Nobody could see the bruise. Stayed too smooth, now I don’t come down right. Stayed too smooth, got the dark on good ice. Stayed too smooth, made the hurt look high-end. Stayed too smooth... don’t know where I end. If I lose my grip, I’ma do it subdued— Stayed too smooth, stayed too smooth. No crack in the voice... Just pressure in the room. Stayed too smooth.