So Much Less
Dark, modern emo-trap at ~95–100 BPM with Southern hip-hop and cloud-rap influences: minor-key piano stabs and airy, detuned pads layered over a clean, bouncy 808 and crisp trap percussion; snare/clap hits sharp, hi-hats rolling in fast triplets with swung bounce, giving energy without losing weighty emotion. Add spacey cloud-rap textures—soft vocal chops, subtle reverb, and faint synths—so it feels expansive, not suffocating. Vocals are close-mic’d, raw, half-spoken/half-sung, emotionally shredded but rhythmic, riding the beat with confessional, fatalistic verses; hooks are short, repetitive, mantra-like, with subtle ad-libs and faint harmonies. Production includes pitched vocal doubles, airy reverb, muted choir drones, and occasional build fills to create tension and release. Arrangement flows dynamically: rap sections rise slightly over the beat, then drop to minimal pads and bass for introspective moments, ending unresolved, melancholic, and emotionally heavy without being oppressi
So Much Less
Dark, modern emo-trap at ~95–100 BPM with Southern hip-hop and cloud-rap influences: minor-key piano stabs and airy, detuned pads layered over a clean, bouncy 808 and crisp trap percussion; snare/clap hits sharp, hi-hats rolling in fast triplets with swung bounce, giving energy without losing weighty emotion. Add spacey cloud-rap textures—soft vocal chops, subtle reverb, and faint synths—so it feels expansive, not suffocating. Vocals are close-mic’d, raw, half-spoken/half-sung, emotionally shredded but rhythmic, riding the beat with confessional, fatalistic verses; hooks are short, repetitive, mantra-like, with subtle ad-libs and faint harmonies. Production includes pitched vocal doubles, airy reverb, muted choir drones, and occasional build fills to create tension and release. Arrangement flows dynamically: rap sections rise slightly over the beat, then drop to minimal pads and bass for introspective moments, ending unresolved, melancholic, and emotionally heavy without being oppressi
Lyrics
How's my mother? How's my father?
How's my brother? How's his daughter?
When they bury me
Don't worry 'bout the mess
When they carry me
I hope I weigh so much less
[Verse — dramatic rap / spoken, rising intensity]
for the first ten years i lived, I learned to love to disappear
how to run into the woods when the loud shoutin' got clear
Second ten, I tried my best, prayed to God I would be blessed
i just wasn't cut out for the desk, i just wasn't like all the rest
I wasn't compliant or malleable, odd n' indelible, I was a bird out of the nest
eyeliner water-soluble, wrong anatomical, didn't grow out of the mess
And after graduation I tried, to just to be practical and play into my,
strengths as a fagg*t, and try to not drag it, doing musicals, oh me oh my my
Try and stay backstage out of the way of the professionals
Just try and make myself so small as if I was invisible
settle down with a nice girl, think about all our eventual
even if she's the poster child for the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual
So i done fucked it up, I threw it all away
spent the better part of a decade learning lessons the harder way
Learning what it's like to be a slave for shitty pay
Serving starch and fat in oil vats to make it to payday
How to fall in love with broken things that cannot ever love you back
How to wince and smile all the while anxiety's set to max
How to see the secret side of people that are rotten in their core
How to live it every single day when your ugly, fucked and poor
[Chorus]
When they bury me
Don't worry 'bout the mess
When they carry me
I hope I weigh so much less
[verse 2, raw unapologetic rap]
Third ten, I learned to drown the constant noise and sudden sounds
The sick reverberating thud when a person you love comes undone
Pile of patchouli and ciggie ash, steele reserve and broken glass
Loving people halfway gone, asking 'what the fuck you on?'
Learning how to speak real calm when you wanna swallow a gun
How to tell a careful lie to keep your demons deep inside
I learned to flinch at kindness, learned to wait for it to rot
so that it wouldn't break me when the comfort falls apart
[Bridge]
And it's hard to be happy
And it's harder to be alive
And it's harder to say goodbye
[Chorus - Emo Finale]
When they bury me
Don't worry 'bout the mess
When they carry me
I hope I weigh so much less
Don't worry i'm not gonna do it