Redrum, but I cleaned the scene, soul still dirty
Momma cried in the kitchen, I just stared at the 30
Prayed over ramen, forgiveness taste like the noodles
Chrome in my hoodie, but the choir in my head hallelujah
I buried the blade, still hear the grass scream at night
Count blood drops like loose change under streetlight
If love’s a number, I’m subtractin’ every sin I borrow
21, but I’m 12 again, wishin’ for tomorrow