Basement Sorrow

Hook

I'm so broken, bro, I'm so sad

Mum bought the hoodie and my dad pays the pad

(dad pays the pad)

Three weeks back, yeah, she left me on read

Didn't view my story, so I'm basically dead

Cry, cry, cry, I'm a victim of the night

One sip of Monster and I'm high as a kite

Whine mode on and the beat's real wet

Face tat of a cat that I already regret

Verse 1

I'm in the basement with the LEDs on blue

Wrote "nobody gets me" and I spelled it wrong too

She said "I need space," and I heard "dig my grave"

So I dropped sixteen songs on the same sad wave

"Numb," "Lonely," "Ghost," "Again"

Same sixteen bars with a different pen

I rap about the void but the fridge is packed

Mum's lasagne waiting and the Wi-Fi's intact

My homies are online, but nobody calls

Film the tears with the ring light, eight takes in all

Caption says "raw" with a broken heart

Link in bio, merch drop, "this is art"

I'm not a softboy, I'm a wounded king

Till Mum yells "tea's ready," ding, ding, ding

Hook

I'm so broken, bro, I'm so sad

Mum bought the hoodie and my dad pays the pad

(dad pays the pad)

Three weeks back, yeah, she left me on read

Didn't view my story, so I'm basically dead

Cry, cry, cry, I'm a victim of the night

One sip of Monster and I'm high as a kite

Whine mode on and the beat's real wet

Face tat of a cat that I already regret

Verse 2

Diagnosis: playlist and a bad night's sleep

I call it my trauma, the group chat calls it deep

She swiped left, so I wrote a diss

Four minutes long and it rhymes "kiss" with "kiss"

My voice cracks on purpose on the word "alone"

Otherwise you'd hear I'm just bored on my phone

I wear all black so the pain looks aesthetic

But the trainers are fresh and the vibe's synthetic

"I don't trust nobody," except my engineer

He drowns it in reverb so the lie disappears

If it flops, it was "too real for the feed"

If it hits, it's the plaque and the clout I need

Emo-trap king of the cul-de-sac

Tissue-paper crown on a beanbag stack

Bridge

Sometimes I just wanna feel something real

Phone buzzed once and she liked my reel

(she liked my reel)

Bet, new album, cancel the rest

Twenty-two tracks called "She Liked It, I'm Blessed"

Final Hook

Mood swing, bro, now I'm on cloud nine

She liked one pic and the stars align

Black nails chipping and the sky's gone pink

Wrote a love song now in permanent ink

Tomorrow she'll ghost and I'll cry on cue

New tears, new album, merch drop too

(merch drop too)

Outro