THE ANTIDOTE [Busy Trap Remix]
trap
Busy·2:48
2:48
THE ANTIDOTE [Busy Trap Remix]
trap
Creator: BusyRelease Date: April 19, 2026
Lyrics
No antidote
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Keep that cut that
Keep that cut that
No antidote
Don’t
Basement glow, face froze, blink slow, skin cold
Stockholm stare in a loop, same code, been sold
Lock load, no road, same zone, no roam
Ping low, no tone, still feel like home
Names fade, frame shade, light low, lane closed
I pick what plays, what stays, you don’t know
Exit ghost, path gone, map spin, back loop
Dead route, no proof, still stuck in that room
Cut doors, kept walls, dead air, sealed tomb
No breath, no step, no way to resume
You call it stuck, I refine, retune
I mute the bloom, I consume that room
Climb once, slip twice, same slope, slide down
Soft lock hum, low buzz in the walls right now
Flat sky, no time, no night, no noon
I made the room, now the room made you
No antidote
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Keep that cut that
Keep that cut that
No antidote
Don’t
Lobby split, no link, no sync, no cross
Same tick, same drift, same glitch, same loss
Click click, no stick, no grip, no land
Tap back, no lag, just dead command
I don’t block, I blur, I thin, I dim
Less you see, more you loop within
High gets clipped, low stays loud
Flood one side, let the rest just drown
Rank don’t move but you still queue in
Same spin, same skin, same loop you in
Press hard, no start, won’t pick shit
Dead gate, locked state, I built it
Side path sealed, slow drag, no shift
Chase break, snap back, no lift
Name don’t light, no ping, no hit
You hold that hope, I kill that shit
I let it rot, let it lock, let it loop, then it bloom in a pattern
Cut the past, cut the path, now it flat, now it float, nothing matters
Clip it, trim it, limit the signal, I strip it to bone then I scatter
You want an antidote just to remember, I don’t remember
Slide when you climb, you drift in the render, I center the pressure
Time never ticks, I freeze it and keep it together
Break what you call fix, make it persist, I twist it to better
You call it broken, I made that shit settle forever
No cure in me, I set the weather
Cold by design, you move through never
No antidote
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Dead calm, no crowd
No route, fall down
No antidote
Don’t
Same map
No way out
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Keep that cut that
Keep that cut that
No antidote
Don’t
Basement glow, face froze, blink slow, skin cold
Stockholm stare in a loop, same code, been sold
Lock load, no road, same zone, no roam
Ping low, no tone, still feel like home
Names fade, frame shade, light low, lane closed
I pick what plays, what stays, you don’t know
Exit ghost, path gone, map spin, back loop
Dead route, no proof, still stuck in that room
Cut doors, kept walls, dead air, sealed tomb
No breath, no step, no way to resume
You call it stuck, I refine, retune
I mute the bloom, I consume that room
Climb once, slip twice, same slope, slide down
Soft lock hum, low buzz in the walls right now
Flat sky, no time, no night, no noon
I made the room, now the room made you
No antidote
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Keep that cut that
Keep that cut that
No antidote
Don’t
Lobby split, no link, no sync, no cross
Same tick, same drift, same glitch, same loss
Click click, no stick, no grip, no land
Tap back, no lag, just dead command
I don’t block, I blur, I thin, I dim
Less you see, more you loop within
High gets clipped, low stays loud
Flood one side, let the rest just drown
Rank don’t move but you still queue in
Same spin, same skin, same loop you in
Press hard, no start, won’t pick shit
Dead gate, locked state, I built it
Side path sealed, slow drag, no shift
Chase break, snap back, no lift
Name don’t light, no ping, no hit
You hold that hope, I kill that shit
I let it rot, let it lock, let it loop, then it bloom in a pattern
Cut the past, cut the path, now it flat, now it float, nothing matters
Clip it, trim it, limit the signal, I strip it to bone then I scatter
You want an antidote just to remember, I don’t remember
Slide when you climb, you drift in the render, I center the pressure
Time never ticks, I freeze it and keep it together
Break what you call fix, make it persist, I twist it to better
You call it broken, I made that shit settle forever
No cure in me, I set the weather
Cold by design, you move through never
No antidote
Don’t
No antidote
Won’t
Dead calm, no crowd
No route, fall down
No antidote
Don’t
Same map
No way out