[INTRO | 152 BPM; reverse snare; one bass hit]
Everybody leaves something. Some leave damage.
[DROP | Punching kicks, dry snare, distorted 808]
[VERSE 1 | Tight, cocky pocket; closed hats]
I don't collect old friends, I collect the aftermath,
Got a guest list full of ghosts and a doormat full of masks.
They came through like a storm, left the weather in my head,
Now I charge 'em for the space that they were renting in my chest.
[FLOW SWITCH | Double-time; hats roll 1/32]
Had a circle full of squares, couldn't make the angles work,
They was digging for my treasure while I was digging out the dirt.
Everybody wants a cut, nobody wants to hold the blade,
Funny how they love the harvest but they never touched a spade.
[BEAT CUT | One dry bar]
You ain't leave a lasting impression. You left a repair bill.
[808 SLAM | Triplet kicks, bass slides]
I got bridges in my rearview, didn't burn 'em, watched 'em rot,
Some connections turn to handcuffs when you swear they're all you got.
[HOOK | Halftime stomp; shouted rap, doubled ends]
EXIT WOUNDS! They come and go, I keep the proof,
Left a fingerprint on everything they swore was bulletproof.
[DROP | Open hats, stacked shouts]
EXIT WOUNDS! No tears, no funeral parade,
I ain't missing who you were, I'm missing who you claimed.
[BEAT STOP | Dry shout]
Everybody leaves something. I just learned what not to save.
[VERSE 2 | New syncopated kick; low rapid flow]
I seen loyalty on clearance, watched 'em bargain with the price,
Folks'll sell a whole damn friendship for a temporary high.
Got apologies on layaway, excuses paid in full,
They want credit for the good while all the damage gets annulled.
[FLOW SWITCH | Sixteenth-note sprint; snare doubles]
My trust was an open bar, now the bottles got a lock,
They can knock until their knuckles put a timestamp on the clock.
Minnesota made the frost, all these people made the freeze,
I'm the landlord of my peace, you ain't getting back the keys.
[ALL DRUMS CUT | Whisper first, bark second]
I used to call it losing people. Now I call it losing weight.
Had to trim the deadwood off before it crushed me with its shade.
[BEAT SWITCH | 808 octave lower; rapid hat triplets]
I'm not bitter, I'm a chemist turning poison into drive,
Made a battery from betrayal, now the whole damn circuit's live.
They can write me in their story as the villain of the year,
I won't fight for an audition in a room I don't belong in.
[FINAL HOOK | Full drums; double-time ad-libs]
EXIT WOUNDS! They come and go, I keep the proof,
Left a fingerprint on everything they swore was bulletproof.
[808 DROP | Gang doubles]
EXIT WOUNDS! No tears, no funeral parade,
I ain't missing who you were, I'm missing who you claimed.
[OUTRO | Music cuts; three hard knocks]
You left a mark. I made it part of the blueprint.