Letras
Heartbeat low… (yeah)
Room breathing slow… (wait)
Glass on the table… (hold up)
Silence, before the drop (amen)
Welsh boy, passport stamped, chasing heat and a vision (one way)
Dragon in my chest, wanted more than tradition (had to)
Backpack full of hope, little cash, big dreams (that's it)
From rain-soaked streets to neon Thai beams (switch)
Beach bars humming, cheap drinks, loud nights (too loud)
Strangers feel like brothers in the wrong kind of light (nah)
Met a guy named Richy, said he "knew the scene" (uh-huh)
Smile too clean, handshake cold and obscene (felt off)
Set my drink down, stepped away to the bathroom (real quick)
Came back to the table, didn't notice the move (too smooth)
"Have another," glass waiting where I'd been (here)
Liquid looked normal — that's how it slips in (wait)
Next thing I know, world folding in half (slow)
Legs turning static, lungs full of glass (breathe)
Heart beat tripping like it owed someone money (too fast)
Vision going tunnel, shit stopped being funny (real quick)
From the valleys to Bangkok, still breathing, that's a win (still here)
Tried to pour death in my cup, I poured life back in (nah)
White knuckles, blue lights, heartbeat glitching in a ditch (hold on)
Toast to another sunrise — fuck you, Killer Rich (amen)
From Cymru to chaos, still standing in my skin (yeah)
They wrote my name in chalk, I rewrote it in pen (rewrite)
I stared down the reaper, he blinked first and missed me (missed)
Back home, brand new soul — fuck you, Killer Richie (still me)
Woke up in a ward, tubes humming like bees (buzzing)
Sweat on my bones, fear stuck to my sleeves (heavy)
Doctor talking fast, I catch "almost gone" (almost)
Like they casually said I shouldn't last this long (wild)
Head nurse walks in, face hard as a brick (stone)
Looks at my chart like I'm some kind of addict (nah)
Calls me a junkie like she cracked the case (wrong)
I'm fighting for oxygen, she judging my face (breathe)
Wanted to scream but my mouth felt glued (stuck)