brush

Lyrics

[Intro - hazy 808s rumbling low, pitched-down Keem ad-libs, minimal trap hi-hats brushing soft]

Yeah, uh... brush it off... slow... (slow)

[Verse 1 - sparse piano keys, whispering auto-tuned flow, echoing reverb on breaths, 60 BPM drag]

Wake up dusty, sheets all tangled, mind in the brush
Lost in the thicket, thorns on my flesh, can't feel the rush
Pockets got lint, dreams got rust, I sweep 'em away
Brush off the weight, but it sticks like the mud from yesterday
Eyes low, scrolling through the haze, fake love in the feed
Friends turn ghosts, I just lean, let the silence bleed
No cap, I been brushing shoulders with the reaper's grip
Slow motion fall, but I flip, never let it stick

[Pre-Chorus - building sub-bass pulse, layered vocal chops, tension with pitched sighs]

Brush... brush it off me... yeah
Ain't no weight gonna hold... slow

[Chorus - wavy synth pads swelling, chopped Keem-style hooks, heavy sidechained 808s, ad-lib echoes]

Brush it off, let it fall like leaves in the wind (wind, wind)
Slow motion, we don't break, we just bend (bend, uh)
Dust on my crown, I shake it clean every time (time)
Brush it off, stay solid, that's the vibe (vibe, slow)
Brush... brush it off... (off, off)
In the brush, I survive... (survive)

[Verse 2 - glitchy hi-hat brushes shuffling, deeper auto-tune warble, faint guitar plucks in the mist]

Deeper in the brush, vines wrapping 'round my throat
Voices in the leaves, telling me to choke, but I float
Sweat dripping slow, like the beat in my veins
Brush past the pain, turn losses to gains
Old scars itching, I scratch 'em light, let 'em heal
Fake ones peeling, I watch 'em peel, keep it real
No rush, we crawl through the overgrowth, kings in the wild
Brush it clean, rise up, untamed child

[Bridge - stripped to brushed snare taps, vulnerable pitched whispers, rising tension with low drone]

Why it cling so tight? Brush... harder...
Shadows in the thick, but I spark the lighter...
Slow burn, feel the shift... yeah

[Outro Chorus - massive 808 drop fading slow, distorted ad-libs trailing, ethereal vocal haze dissolving]

Brush it off, let it fall like leaves in the wind (wind... fade)
Slow motion, we don't break, we just bend (bend... uh)
Dust on my crown, I shake it clean every time (time...)
Brush it off, stay solid... (solid... brush...)
Brush... off... slow... (echoing out)