I don’t wanna fight no more,
these knuckles still taste like your name.
Blood on the bass line,
screams in the 808—
we crash like cymbals,
then act like strangers in the same cage.
Fuck the blame, I’d rather bite my tongue
than spit another bullet of love gone wrong.
Let’s turn this war off,
leave the bruises on repeat,
but pull the needle from the heart
before the drop kills us.
I just want the static to hush,
your head on my chest,
no guns in our lungs,
only exhale, only exhale.