Lyrics
Static in the hemline, night in the weave I don’t sleep easy, I don’t leave I don’t “move on”, I don’t forgive I track what’s hidden to remember what it did I read the room like a barcode scan Eyes on the exits, grip on the plan Silence loud when the truth gets thin Every smile got a hook in it I don’t “feel safe”, I feel aware Measure the air like a prayer to nowhere Watch how they shift when the topic turns Watch how they lie with the lessons learned I keep receipts in the back of my head Names, dates, tones, what you meant, what you said I don’t chase closure, I chase the seam Where the mask gets loose and the teeth get seen Cold in my chest but it keeps me clean I don’t trust luck, I trust routine Black-thread mindset, stitched-in doubt If it doesn’t add up, I cut it out Too many patterns, I can’t unsee Too many hands where the hands shouldn’t be If you pull my thread, you’ll feel it snap I don’t bend— I tighten the gap Too tight to breathe— so I breathe in slow I watch the seam where the real you shows I feel the shift, I feel the heat I learn your tells, I learn your beat Don’t call it fear— it’s pattern work It keeps me whole when the world goes murk Say what you said, don’t rewrite it dead I keep the proof inside my head [Verse 2] I don’t do peace when it’s bought and sold I don’t do “fine” when the air feels cold I don’t do friends that appear on cue I do the math— and it’s never you Every promise got a frayed-out edge Every “love” got a hidden wedge I seen devotion turn into chain I seen calm used to dress up pain So I weigh each word like a loaded round I track each crack in the sound you make Your voice go sweet when you want control Then drop that tone when you think I’ll break Nah— I been built in the pressure, brother Woven in dark, I don’t scare, I smother Not with noise— with the long, slow stare With the calm that says “I’m already there” Too many patterns, I can’t unsee Too many ghosts where the light should be If you pull my thread, you’ll feel it snap I don’t bend— I tighten the gap Too tight to breathe— so I breathe in slow I watch the seam where the real you shows I feel the shift, I feel the heat I learn your tells, I learn your beat Don’t call it fear— it’s pattern work It keeps me whole when the world goes murk Say what you said, don’t rewrite it dead I keep the proof inside my head Quiet pressure— I don’t announce Every slip gets stored in bounce I don’t rage, I don’t explode I go still— then I reload Not a hero, not redeemed Just a man with hardened seams Push too hard, watch it tear I stay stitched, I stay aware Too tight to breathe— so I breathe in slow I watch the seam where the real you shows I feel the shift, I feel the heat I learn your tells, I learn your beat Don’t call it fear— it’s pattern work It keeps me whole when the world goes murk Say what you said, don’t rewrite it dead I keep the proof inside my head Static in the hemline… black in the weave… Run it again… run it again…