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08 — Pills in the Kitchen — Scarface

Pills in the Kitchen — Scarface Album: Product All lyrics written by Scarface. Rap/Hip-Hop • Dark trap • stormy kitchen visuals Visual: AI loop (Savvy) Full album playlist:    • Плейлист   #Scarface #Rap #HipHop #DarkTrap #LoopArt [HOOK] Chewin’ pills like bubblegum—numb, Felt great—no pain—thought I’d won. But the high turned hollow, fucked me up, Pills in the kitchen… now I’m coughin’ up dust. [VERSE] I used to be the kid who thought the sky was fallin’, “Keep talkin’,” they said—soon as I talk, they’re walkin’. Dad poppin’ scripts, orange caps on the linoleum, TV raised me—I did what it was showin’ ‘em. Stared at what I’m missin’, empty in the cupboard, Made a bad decision—bit the pain and loved it. Chewin’ pills like bubblegum, numb and floatin’, Wrote songs like stories—thought I was golden. Before I even knew it, those pills dragged me down, Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t hear any sound. Crawled on the floor—didn’t know what was around, Told myself “you’re fine,” but I knew I’d fucking drowned. I’m the kid with a storm in his chest, no cape, If there’s a demon at the gate—he learned my name. [HOOK] Chewin’ pills like bubblegum—numb, Felt great—no pain—thought I’d won. But the high turned hollow, fucked me up, Pills in the kitchen… now I’m coughin’ up dust. [VERSE] Listen close—choose your words right, I spent whole winters tryin’ not to ignite. Tried to feel “great,” but it came with a price, Light gets colder when you marry the ice. I lost faith, lost sleep, lost days I can’t trace, Smiled in the mirror but I hated that face. Told myself lies: “one more, I’m okay,” Every “one more” pushed heaven away. So I bled this pen—images from my mind, I’m one of a kind, I know how to grind. If hell wants rent, tell him I’m still payin’— In bars, not pills—’cause I’m done with the prayin’. I took back breath, took back time from the chain, Walked out the kitchen and I stood in the rain. [BRIDGE] Don’t fold. Don’t fade. Cold truth. Warm rage. New lungs. Old pain. I stand. It rains. [VERSE] I’m filthy with my will, not a saint—I’m real, Yeah I like planning the kill of a habit I feel. Call it psychotic to cut what cut me, Let me say it once—it doesn’t own me. Now when you hear my name, let the thunder explain: I turned every relapse to a link in a chain. I’m not perfect—I’m present, I’m raw, I’m awake, If the sky wants to fall, let it—all I won’t break. Storm in my ribcage, still hear the gate, I walk past it daily—I choose my fate. If I ever start slippin’, I’m hittin’ the brakes— ’Cause nothing tastes sweet when the sugar’s this fake. [HOOK – OUTRO] Chewin’ pills like bubblegum—numb, Felt great—no pain—thought I’d won. But the high turned hollow, fucked me up, Pills in the kitchen… now I’m coughin’ up dust.