Poison
(~3:30, 72 BPM) Genre Tags: Delta Blues Trap + Confessional Emo Rap Vocal Tags: Male 1: Raw, intimate lead narrator. Range: spoken-word rap → desperate shout. Emotional Tone: weary, self-loathing, confessional. Female: Ethereal, atmospheric conscience; heavily processed with reverb/delay. Range: haunting single lines → layered whispers. All: Unified in choruses for a desperate, chaotic climax, representing a fractured psyche. Style Summary: A gritty, claustrophobic fusion of organic, dusty Delta Blues instrumentation with the hard-hitting weight and modern melancholy of Emo Trap. The production emphasizes a raw, intimate atmosphere that builds from a weary confessional to a desperate, chaotic release. The sound is smoky, textured, and haunting, designed to feel both intimate and unsettling.
Poison
(~3:30, 72 BPM) Genre Tags: Delta Blues Trap + Confessional Emo Rap Vocal Tags: Male 1: Raw, intimate lead narrator. Range: spoken-word rap → desperate shout. Emotional Tone: weary, self-loathing, confessional. Female: Ethereal, atmospheric conscience; heavily processed with reverb/delay. Range: haunting single lines → layered whispers. All: Unified in choruses for a desperate, chaotic climax, representing a fractured psyche. Style Summary: A gritty, claustrophobic fusion of organic, dusty Delta Blues instrumentation with the hard-hitting weight and modern melancholy of Emo Trap. The production emphasizes a raw, intimate atmosphere that builds from a weary confessional to a desperate, chaotic release. The sound is smoky, textured, and haunting, designed to feel both intimate and unsettling.
Lyrics
Verse 1
I'm the spawn of the drink, I’m what the bottom will think
When I’m gone in a blink, and I’m caught on the brink of another abyssal and sorrowful sink
My vision is pixelated, a misery that is slated
The waitress is thinking I’m waiting, debated if somebody’s coming, I’m numb and ill-fated
But she gonna bring two at a time
One is tequila for doing a crime on my liver, the other is rum in its prime
It’s funny, the money I’m giving this liquor is amplified by the tobacco I puff
And I’m looking at the clock on the wall and I’m thinking I’ve had more than enough
Really ought to be smarter, just end it and call for the tab that I started
These potions are eating my soul, I’m a martyr, I hope that they get what they want from the dearly departed
Chorus
Why can’t you see it, the poison I became?!
I'm drowning!
This bottle's an open grave, yes dear you are willing to (willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told you never to let it begin
Why can't you wake up and see that this is killing me?! (killing me, killing me, killing me)
Verse 2
When I wanna get up I get a wobble and stumble
My balance is rubble, my confidence is in a bundle of trouble
No message inside of the bottle, just hollow, a motto I’m unable to swallow
And all that I’m seeing are cubes of the ice and the table is looking distorted tomorrow
I never did see this approaching, the fog on the road was encroaching
I put all the blame on the tilt of the pavement, a terrible statement for self-deprecating coaching
The woman who’s serving the venom is probably more worried about what I’m becoming than anyone is
She’s offering sugary solace for free and I can’t even give her the biz
She regrets the decision, I woulda devoured it, then I would cower inside of this prison
At least that’s the thought that she had ‘fore she came and she wanted to ask for my name and my digits
But then I deny her a second occasion and fail to explain the invasion…
Chorus
Why can’t you see it, the poison I became?!
I'm drowning!
This bottle's an open grave, yes dear you are willing to (willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told you never to let it begin
Why can't you wake up and see that this is killing me?! (killing me, killing me, killing me)